Executions were rampant
Only fittest could survive,
no place for the dreamers and neither for the adamant.
Flee, Flee to the places beyond
through the darkest times you have to live
forget about sympathy which nobody is ready to give.
And then rose a dreamer, he wanted a change
But he saw the world was ruled by boots, weapons and range.
He gathered people alike
and garnered much attention.
But seeker as he was
he never was just an individual.
They could behead a dreamer
but their dreams lived on forever.
The sought out change dawned
‘They are relevant now’ monarchs frowned.
‘Here comes revolution!’ exclaimed dreamers
telling the world that here they come.
Now monarchs rose and fell
as dreamers built machines.
They questioned every religion
as logic & reason is their queen.
They questioned themselves
into the dark abyss of self,
‘How far can they go?’ cried the zealots
as the world changed on itself.
World went too far, sometimes shaking humanity to it’s depths
Execution never stopped, although the era changed.
Dreamers dreamed a simple world, we are yet so far from achieving
Are they still relevant? ‘Yes’ the voice came from my soul’s footing.
PS: This is a poem inspired by scientific revolution and it’s impact on our world.