My ordinary dream

Not much I ask for.
I seek to live
The life that He gave.
But it seems not ordinary
Here for proletariat
To dream to live. To seek more
Than the lords think
You are fit for.

I have no grand dreams
All I dream for
Is that the dreams
Of those who can't dream
May see the light
That's the core.

To live, to love, to laugh
To to run, to fly
The wings that He gave
Aren't slashed by
The unscrupulous lords who rule us
Their skulduggery, chicanery, deceit,
And every wily ruse
Are purged in the furnace
To deliver from the muse.