The dreams of first-world dreamers
Are so misguided.
Living in a world of violence
That's terrorised and divided.
Obliviously, they reminisce
Of all their yesteryears,
Deaf to the cacophony
As they cover up their ears.
The ongoing man-made destruction
Occurring around the world,
The fearsome wars erupting
Unacknowledged as they’re unfurled.
Dreamers continue to dream
Of their halcyon childhood days,
Thoughts of endless youthful summers
Mask modern reality with a sunny haze.
Our troubled earth
Now tired, becoming older,
Due to humanitarian disasters
But dreamers offer no supportive shoulder.
The first world dreamers continue
To ignore all that is around
Accepting only other closeted friends
Hushing otherworldly sounds.
Occasionally, when these dreamers are interrupted,
They bemoan everyone else’s point of view
This interference in their life is unwanted
They have no care what happens to you
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