A Dream of Freedom

I see a dream of freedom. I see a little boy whose going to bed without a meal, a house made of planks, on a dark and dusty road somewhere in a city of shacks, in a place ruled by oppression and tyranny, and I see a dream of freedom. Hes full and happy, his house isn't made of planks, the roads have children playing in them somewhere in a place ruled by the people.

I see a dream of ignorance. I see a little girl whose going to bed with three square meals, a house made of brick, in a neighborhood where there are no trash fires, in a place ruled by the people. Shes angry and upset, shes being oppressed and ruled over by teachers and parents. She wants to abolish the constitution, and destroy the dream of freedom.


The people who hate this country haven't been outside this country. Do they not understand why people are willing to jump, climb, swim and crawl into this country? I do not hate them for hating the country, it is their constitutional right to burn the flag. I respect them for their views and will listen to their argument. Then I tell them of a place where men rule over women, where children cant play in the streets, where mothers will bathe their children in rivers. A place where the government will take whatever they want from villages, so they cannot fight back and overthrow them. I love this country only because I understand what happens outside this country. Ironically, the people who hate this country the most, refuse to leave.