Dreams are near every night

When the moon is bright,

Awake are the mice

Eating the fallen fries.


Gone is the day

Nothing can show you the way.

While everybody is keen

To have a dream…


Some might dream in a bed,

While others in streets sleep unfed.

But still dreams visit,

                            Bit by bit.


But then morning comes,


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All the blood I have seen,

Staining my hands.

All the corpses

In the streets, under rubble,

Seems like victory is a long way from now.


But us soldiers will not give up.

Some of us are bursting with grief,

the losses of our families.

This grief fuels us to show you,

Dear Hateful One,

That what you do to us,

We use against you.



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