A Dream Confirmed

A man once had a dream
A poet once lamented a lost dream
A child once cried out for his lynched mother

We’ve lived and died an American dream
An American nightmare across the seas in burning deserts
Shot and bleeding in the streets of Kabul

But limping, wounded, strong, powerful and resolute

That dream continues to thrive and grow
Rallying around signs of hope, progress, change,
Around a half African, half Kansan, swirls the first seeds of courage

Around the youth of this nation, around the angry old generations, the past old guard, wanting something more, something greater, something momentous and beautiful.

This isn’t just about change. This is about re-birth. This is about genesis, a new beginning.

This is not just symbolic, this is real, pervasive, true and alive.
Langson Hughes once asked what happens to a dream deferred. Does it explode? Does it fester and rot until it destroys itself?

Thankfully we wont have to ask anymore, as the dream is now, undeniably, incredibly, wonderfully and finally confirmed.

Change is here. And my is it sweet.


- by: Emilio Arias, written for Inauguration Celebration - January 20th, 2009