hold
that
first dream,
there is no
tomorrow to chase
your past and climb on chariots
to carry the moon across the sky and light the stars;
there is no tomorrow to find
what was left behind
yesterday,
what was
left
there
in
the
lost world;
memories
of the cultural
no-man's-land running thick with blood,
blood of the dying history of peoples raped clean,
transfused with synthetic plasma
of mingled legends;
old stories
retold,
made
new
with
new
meanings
to cater
to the overlords
and to subjugate the conquered,
taking only what fits their dominion over them;
cutting out the tongues, suppressing
ancient languages
and customs,
deny
their
right
to
find
their true
identities,
stripped of history,
and given a new history
rewritten from the perspective of the victors pen;
there will be no tomorrow if
yesterday is lost,
so today
hold that
first
dream
