DREAMING

Dreaming of children free nations.
Screaming birds are enough for my patience.
Happy families get them off my neck.
Bamber waves bomber my deck.
Let the tide sweep hopes into the ocean.
Wash the beach from the smell of body lotion.
Rainbow people may walk hand in hand.
Lobotomy means silence which I almost stand.
Grannies in the line of broken wheelchairs.
Small fart bang ends the world, but who cares.