What dreams are made of.
I dreamed that I lived in a country
Where even the poor were proud.
Where locked doors were for darkness.
Where heroes stood out in each crowd.
Where mugging had not been invented;
Was never imported at all.
Where all streets were safe for our children.
Where police would respond to a call
And were keen to stand up for a victim.
Where burglars would go to the wall.
I dreamed that I lived in a country
And everyone there could afford
A roof to cover their head;
Their daily soup and their bread;
And they lived side by side in accord.
Where church bells peeled out every Sunday.
Where fair play and justice prevailed
And freedom was treasured like diamonds,
With all that such freedom entailed.
And then I asked someone to pinch me
And found that I wasn’t asleep.
I had lived in that dream in the England
Politicians neglected to keep.
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