The Sixteenth Dream

In a world not my own, visions come to me of home.
Of a place I've never known,
but still hold dear.

I see it in my head, and in all the books I've read.
The message clearly said:
It is near

Yet I find it has been tainted, by those whom I've aquainted
Even those that painted,
Painted in fear

Still I seek it out, and I do not have a doubt
That what it's all about
Is perfectly clear

It is a kingdom undescribed, though many have lied
Some have even died
Just to hear

All the music played, in those walls undecayed
However those that strayed
Disappear

Into darkness unrelenting, violent and tormenting
Agonising yet preventing
Them to reappear

To that world quite splended, to those they've offended
But they find it now defended,
By sword gun and spear.

What fools they were to flee, they now rot in misery
A vast barren sea,
With no pier

While others point and mock, of the fools trapped at the dock
Even though they'd flock
I'd shed a tear

That those now lost, oh how they were tossed
For such a little cost
I cannot jeer

Though this city great and grand, in all its elegance may stand
Those they repremand
Find it insincere

I think of this great city, oh so tall and pretty
But it's not a pity
It's not here

For all its great splendor, I would rather that they rendor
A people much more tender
That don't sneer

I dream about it distant, though quite reminiscent
I doubt that I have missed it
Though I peer

To something I cannot see, yet I think that it must be
Calling out for someone like me
To believe....