A Series of Dreams

( – promoted by buhdydharma )

I was thinking . . . of a series of dreams . . .

I was thinking of a series of dreams,

Where nothing comes up to the top.

Everything stays down where it’s wounded,

And comes to a permanent stop . . .

We the People are down, we’re wounded, not mortally yet, but BushCo and Congress are squeezing the trigger for the kill shot.  The rule of law has come to a stop.  Nothing comes up to the top.  The gutter we’re in is so deep no one can even see the top anymore, much less get there.  

Just thinking . . . of a series of dreams . . .

Wasn’t thinking of anything specific,

Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams . . .

Like when a soldier with PTSD wakes up and screams

Like when a Katrina survivor wakes up and screams.

Like when an innocent Gitmo prisoner wakes up and screams.

Like when 20 million Iraqis wake up and scream.  

Just thinking . . . of a series of dreams . . .

Nothing too very scientific,

Just thinking of a series of dreams.

Dreams where the umbrella is folded,

Into the path you are hurled . . .

The path of shame, that’s the path we’ve been hurled into, that’s the path we’re on, that’s the path we’ll always be on unless we quit walking the walk of shame and start walking the walk of civil disobedience.

And the cards are no good that you’re holding, Unless they’re from another world . . .

A world where moral courage hasn’t been forgotten.

A world where it hasn’t become extinct.

A world Gandhi offered us, a world Nelson Mandela offered us, a world Martin Luther King Jr. offered us.

A world we keep turning our backs on.  

Just thinking, of a series of dreams . . .

In one, the surface was frozen.  In another, I witnessed a crime . . .

And then another crime, and then another crime, and then crimes to cover up the crimes, and then crimes to cover up the crimes that covered up the crimes.    

Just thinkin’ . . . of a series of dreams,

In one, I was running, and in another,

All I seemed to be doing was crying . . .

I wasn’t the only one . . .

And the cards are no good that you’re holding,

Unless they’re from another world . . .

Unless they’re from the better world our Founding Fathers dreamed of when they gave us this . . .

We’re holding the best cards any nation has ever been dealt.  We have the Constitution, we have the Bill of Rights. Democrats have the best cards they’ve been dealt in a generation.  They have Impeachment, if they play that card it would destroy the Republican Party, it’s a straight flush.  The Republicans have nothing, they have no cards to play, but they don’t need any, they just keep bluffing and Democrats keep folding.  Democrats are sitting there with a straight flush in their hands, but they keep folding and Republicans keep raking in the pot.  

Just thinking . . . of a series of dreams.

Where the time and the tempo drag,

And there’s no exit in any direction . . .

Except the one you can’t see with your eyes . . .

Moral courage is the exit from this path of shame, from this path of shame that’s become an expressway of shame, from this Total Destruction Tollway we’re careening down to our destruction.  We can’t see moral courage with our eyes, but it exists in each and every one of us, waiting to be summoned.  It’s our exit from this series of blood-drenched dreams.

Just thinking of a series of dreams . . .

I’m thinking eight years of bad dreams is eight years too many.

I’m thinking the worst dream is heading our way, I’m thinking war with Iran is coming, I’m thinking when BushCo and Congress pull that trigger, we’re all going to need to summon the moral courage to confront this criminal government with nationwide civil disobedience.

I’m thinking if one scrawny little guy in India could lead his people to freedom through civil disobedience, American progressives ought to at least give it a try.