The Dream. 

All these ideas we see;
they're what will likely be!
What we make with conscious mind
is not unknown, or future dream,
but reality;
the only thing we see.
To real unknowns we are totally blind;
they are known once thought of, or seen.

Those dreams of hell, of megacities
and ultratech atrocities,
are real as anything else.
But dreamers so often run from their dreams
when seeing them cast in solid shapes.
And who here would not run
if bladed levboards sliced the sky;
if a razor-thin filament chopped the walker
in front of them on the street in half;
if a lazy hand scythed at a hundred heads
with a kilowatt portable laser?
The world is getting worse
because we dream it will get worse,
and because we have control.

You want firepower? Then play a burning bassline.
You want missiles? We could fly them to the stars!
If you want thunder, just hear the real thing.
You want peace? Then don't fight!
Listen out for it; it's where the battering isn't.
You want war? Well, don't be tight
when others like you gatecrash your party!
Our world is unlikely to be a
great green dreamy utopia,
but it needn't be hell.

When we want something definite,
we don't fight for it.
We wake our dream and work with it,
because we have control.