I dreamed that there were no borders or barriers
and everyone was coming and going all over.
There were no countries with complicated names,
nor other languages difficult to pronounce.
There were no Latin or Jewish quarters,
consulates, embassies or customs.
We were dealing with John, Joseph and Peter,
having been forgotten the old records
at those big notary books of names like
Tudors, Stuarts, Windsors,
Whites, Browns and Smiths.
Priests, pastors, rabbis and teachers,
together they worshiped the same God,
the same saints and prophets,
praising the past history we lived
and sowing hope in the hereafter.
Restaurants, schools and hospitals,
all of them were open to anyone,
as well the parties, weddings and baptisms
and all other pleasures of the day to day.
Published in Creative Talents Unleashed, Featured Writer, June 16, 2018.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©