Dream Traveler
By pilo
I had myself a dream last night, Afghanistan being bombed from sight. High atop a temple he stood, surveying his wrecked neighborhood. the whole place looked like so much rubble, but still they wouldn't run from trouble. Times have always been this hard, just life playing another harsh card. I was the only white, with two others, didn't look wise in the eyes of [the/these]mothers. Kids hissed, kicked and spat at me, still I pleaded shelter, from natures hostility. In the eyes of the children we were the aggressor, our fighting machines so much better. their fathers had told them we'll defend you, no matter what these infidels do. But if I die like a hero my son, then you must pick up daddys gun. We won't lose this fight, we'll never run, Allah knows how this war begun. They allowed me some shade, given by the temple. the look from their eyes, which one of us was mental? The alarm clock wakes me before my dream ends though I don't feel mental or 'round the bend I wonder what woke the guy, dreaming on the other end? Written October 26th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 09:25 PM PST 0 • 12
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"I had myself a dream last night,..."