A Dream

• Stephanie Kennaugh, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

Pavement stained red with the sins of our fathers,
What is one to do with blood of our sinners?
We run from our fears,
We lie and cheat, spill blood and tears.
If our sobs can be made with no one to hear them,
Does it mean that someone doesn’t feel them?

There are no words for pain,
There are no words for loving in vain.
Because we love to much or not enough,
We scream and retaliate, our hands dirty and rough.
So once again we find ourselves,
Standing in no heaven or hell, yet resting in our graves.

What makes something wrong if it’s seen as right?
Who is going to stand up and fight?
We can love too much, or not enough,
But that doesn’t mean we’ve had enough.
Let’s scream and retaliate against spilled blood and tears,
Let’s save those children from their fears.

There’s always a hope, there’s always a dream,
Blood on the pavement doesn’t always mean screams.
We can stand for what we believe in,
We have a choice; we don’t have to give in.
So get out of your grave, and find your place,
Stand up for what you believe in and walk with grace.