Dream

I grab my megaphone in hand,

Let passion guide my foggy mind,

Hold tight and try and steady stand,

Don’t know if answers I can find.

Under apathy’s spell I go,

The sleep is restful, I don’t mind,

Shut off ill impulse till I know,

Nothing of war, not all designed.

Tripping over facts and figures,

The silhouette a shade feature,

Darkness comes to me and whispers,

Bellowing fire like a preacher.

 

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