Children of the Dream

Children of the Dream  

 Ben Okri, Nigerian poet and novelist with Urhobo lineage, celebrates the 40th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s “I Have A Dream” speech Dear Friends,                    Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech is the most famous quoted one in the world. People said that it had changed the mindset and progression of many coloured people in America. We all have DREAMS for our-selves, our families and for our country. May be we should call dreams of hope or expectations or visions. I am sure all of us love our country, Burma/Myanmar.

But the problem is: the present government, army, opposition parties, rebels and all the races/ethnic groups of different faith love our country but narrow-mindedly thought that they themselves love the country, they are patriots and never willing to accept that all others also love the countries and are not traitors.

If we all can realize, accept  and recognized that we all love our country and if all of us are willing to work together, I hope our mother country could overtake our neighbours including ASEAN countries to achieve the developed country status in a very near future. We hope and pray that our wishful thinking or this dream could really come true one day.  Children of the Dream Ben Okri, Nigerian poet and novelist with Urhobo lineage, celebrates the 40th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s“I Have A Dream” speech with a new poem, via Guardian: (For Martin Luther King) They will not be satisfiedTill they have had more, These children of the dream,These dreaming children drapedIn all the colours of the sun.Till they have had more, They who are black and whiteAnd all colours of the spectrum,And all colours of the dream, They will not be satisfiedTill they have had more.What more do they want? They want the earth and the starsAnd the beautiful heavens. They want to be freeAnd they want the possibilitiesThat freedom brings.And also freedom’s weight and dark side. They want to love who they want.They do not want to be defined. They do not want to be limited.They do not want to beg forTheir humanity or the right to be creative, 

or different, or unexpected

Or wild, or surprising, or defying of boundaries. They do not want condescension or assumptions. They want to rebel, even against themselves. They want to celebrate,even that which didn’t celebrate them. They want to love the best fruits of the earth, in music, in art and in dreams. They want to be the best that freedom promises, without explanationor apologies. They want to astonish casually, like angels do. They want to amaze simply, like geniuses do.They want to fail bravely, like explorers do.They wantto quest nobly, like passionate pilgrims do. Nothing can be too much or too little for them To dream, and to accomplish, if it belongs to the possibility of being human, The unfathomed magic of the unmeasured spirit.And so they let freedomSing into their new transformations of self everyday. They are the new warriors and masters of the earth. They are the best of what has emergedFrom time’s sufferings and history’s love. They are the children of the dream.And no prison of mind or steel Will hold them down any more. They have burst open the door.We are all children of the dream.  Sorry friends. I have damaged the original poem by dividing the sentences to please the eyes for the clarity and by doing so; the original rhyme of the poem is lost. I could not revert to its original form.

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