I dream that in the future,
there will be no weapons, soldiers and wars,
no children crying their pain out,
nor parents with souls full of scars.

No bombing the future that we built,
no houses destroyed- filled with shattered dreams,
nor burning flames nourished by our hopes,
and no cities in ruins - tormented by silent screams.

No tyrent leaders behind their battlements,
nor vampires sucking the life and blood,
from the flowers of the future that we grew,
nor a green faceless crowd - terrified pieces in a plot.

I dream that in the future,
no destruction will harm the human cradle,
or pollution destroying the cover of air,
nor ignorant humans multiplying fatal.

I see the earth embracing all beings,
no threatened nature - but forests all green,
nor damaged environment - but sceneries of my fantasy,
no images of a ruined planet - but beauty as ever seen.

A garden with flowers in all shades of colours,
all equal, all worthy in harmony and peace,
born from the same rain and sun as the rainbow,
I see the flowerbuds bloom to a life of ease.

Digt af: Bente C. Nielsen, 30 okt. 1998
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