news from paradise

A fine morning, red sun is warm,
I open my newspaper-
News from paradise:
Work has ceased to force people
Cut off their lives in order that they live;
Labour has taken shape
Of a creative play with boundless multitudes;
Love has replaced hatered,
Cooperation has overthrown competition,
Faith has supplemented scepticism,
Poetry flows in place of fake slogans,
There are no more slogans- they are not needed
For no more dreams are curtailed by blades of oppression,
Reality is blossoming and blooming like a red rose,
Rose odour has replaced the smell of gunpowder,
Tranquility and peace everywhere-
Borders between countries and hearts have disappeared,
The world is flooded with lovers everywhere
Enjoying the warmth of the red sun that has risen
After a very long cold night
Temples, mosques and churches are empty, dusty-
No one needs their consolations anymore,
Reality itself is consoling.
The world has a heart that beats,
Like beats of a drum.......
Beats loudly, louder and louder-
Oh! It's my heart,
My eyes open with a jolt
To find myself in a cold moonless night.
What a dream was it,
And what a nightmare will tomorrows' day be,
The prickly scorching sun,
Slaves, hatred, scepticism,
Competition, breaking dreams and fake slogans,
Deep borders between hearts and the smell of gunpowder,
A heartless world with oppressed creatures
Rushing to temples, mosques and churches.
I have come to my senses-
The revolution is yet to be,
That the dream newspaper, in reality, reaches me.