Only in my dreams have I seen dauntless knights of honour,
Dining in banquets that accommodate even the common man,
Where everyone co-exists in the success of their equality,
And fearless horses are saddled for all men to defend the impartial land.

Where the kingdom of men functions without a ruler,
Where ballroom dances consist of rainbow men and women,
In palatial castles whose doors remain open to all, irrespective of colour,
And average men are lauded on the platforms of valor.

Where in this world of harmony, there is no poverty,
Of either the heart, mind, soul or body,
But instead, manifold feasts of philanthropy,
Where all men dine amiably in solidarity.

But as the night wears on and morning pierces my slumber
With the glaring light of the world’s impiety,
Reality enfolds me in her wings of practicality,
As my kingdom of perfection crumbles before me.

Where once faultless men now become faulty knights,
Where the blood of the innocent sullies the once virtuous land,
Where only kings and queens reside in castles of affluence,
And the doors of kindness and equal rights are closed to the common man.