A Child's Dream Poem by Neran Sati

Yes, it's true. I'm not nice I'm not kind
I go more and more wild!
Cause I am haunted.. in my dreams
By nasty creatures grey black or green
With big mouths small eyes
Greedy and mean.
Cause in my dream I see my brother
Little sister cover' with blood
Loudly scream!
In dread silence I see overthrown
Mess of bodies dead pale thin
And I see raws of smashed barren houses
Ugly ruins litters crumblin dusty streets.
Cause in my dream I see neighbours
Shoutin wheepin wounded out despair
There upfront icy thorns growing
Out glitterin fence screen..
Cause in my dreams I see my mom and dead
Enclosed by big soldiers guns long stabs
And hear ambulance howlin round
The deafenin blasts.. and I see Me
Down there alone hurt yet standing still
Though feelin no pain, I'm mute.
And slow wave of silence' children
Shabby old men women were there
Comin ere Me close, ever closer..
Now you tell Me though it's been only
A dream, wasn't it? How can I smile?
How can I be kind nice and keen?


01/03/2016
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