Not dreams, work

I wish I had a dream as big and beautiful as him. 

But sadly my generation doesn't dream that much. Because we don't have the time for those. We are trying to make it through the next hour. To get the equals rights and waiting for those to multiply to more than two heads of problems, and God we want to sleep. 

Yet the revolutions never ended in peace and resolution. They ignite more battles and the work isn't done when the sun goes down. There is a kid been shot by friendly fire, a woman running from the dark and an innocent hiding from the police. 

There are people been moved from their lands because someone wants money. There are species of animals dying, and my cousins are screaming for free and legal abortion in 2019. There are countries that are on fire and the people won’t leave behind their roots. 

I do wish I had a dream as amazing as him, a possibility waiting to happen, a united front. Yet, I heard word that in my country there is a fight for power while in Korea there is a threat of bombs. 

In India the women are scared for their life, in Africa, they don't have enough medicine. And Salvador, Salvador is a lost country. 

T.A.