I dream of a country where

we care about every person,

and we share with every person

beyond a toy or piece of cake.

Where we take the action

and don’t just say the words.

I dream of a country where

profit goes to those who work,

just as it does to CEOs.

Where the worker is a person,

not a number nor a contract.

Where the tax cuts go to not just the

corporations, but the families too.

I dream of a country where

landlords can sell but also

support those on the streets,

before the rent money.

I dream of a country where

a home is not a privilege.

I dream of a country where

it is not just 1%

against the rest of the world,

but all of us, united.

Where elite is not exclusive.

I dream of a country where

income is not your worth.

A country where the numbers

don’t describe the person.

Of such I dream, my country, my world.