I dare to dream of a world
A thousand years from now
Where there is no need for history textbooks
Or lessons from our wars
In this world there is merriment
Laughter and love to spare
The mistakes of long ago
Dane not to reappear

But then I am brought to a crashing
Halt.
I am reminded of the here and now
Where happiness is pursued
But true joy persecuted
The love of a child, an innocent love
Is replaced with scorn and judgment
And the years pass on with nothing remember them by

The world I dream of does not come
Without a high price to pay
And this price is to be paid
In each of our day by day
We cannot ask for that which we do not work
We cannot rest on laurels bought with suffering

In this here and now, I hear no more “let freedom ring”
In its place is “make America great again”
Where is this “great” to which they refer
Tell, me which place in history?
Do you refer to death of natives?
Or perhaps the institutional enslavement of human beings?
Or--I know!—the time after that, were women were treated as prizes
To be bought and sold

All those people. From all those “great”s
They are here now. In this world. Now.
And they are watching you.
We cannot reach this world I dream of
Pointing at each other and mocking
We will not reach a world of joy
On a campaign of hate
The people of tomorrow will not stand for it
Nor will the people of tomorrow’s tomorrow

We will raise our voices in solidarity
We will dream
We will love
And we will laugh
In the face of your hate we will find peace
And one day, maybe you can join us

Join me, in my land of a thousand years
Where legacy has no regard
For the human heart, it withstands tests of time
Like our voices will withstand you