Anatomy of a dream

It was the bones of a dream
their corpsemen plundered
as the watch towers
watched us
dreaming, screaming
their stolen thunder,
while dead white hands
choked us.

In '75, my dream was of a fresh faced new order, a dusted and scrubbed world where everyone rested every seventh day, took seven weeks holiday every seven months and debts were cancelled every seventh year. We banished poverty and opened the gates to justice for all regardless of colour, gender, sexual orientation, creed, physical or mental impediment.  Employees were treated in the same way we all would wish to be.  We cared for the widow, the orphan and the crippled stranger.  Dignity for everyone was assured.  Capitalism withered from neglect and spiritual values were at the heart of society and in everything we did.