I have had this recurring dream
It has plagued me since fourteen.
In it, all I hear are my mother’s screams
Some things are better left unseen.
She’s begging me to look away
Trying to keep me innocent
Just for one more day,
But I can smell the scent
Of smoke, blood and gasoline
I feel like I’m in a movie scene.
I keep staring straight at the rubble
Of the building facing our own,
Hoping we’re safe in our little bubble,
Praying the jets will leave us alone.
The dream doesn’t really have an ending:
just an image of my inner child fading.
Lately, I’ve been having a different dream
Where I’m staring into a machine
at little blue thumb-ups on a screen.
There’s a video of a politician
Saying exactly what he means
The world is green, the air is clean.
He preaches love, kindness and serenity
And all of Earth’s beings enjoy prosperity.
I wake up from my hallucinations
To missiles, gun fights, executions
Humans will want what they do not need
They are but victims of their own greed.
Now that I am finally awake,
I understand what is at stake
The blue fingers point to a virtual sky
I wave to the little girl in my dream: goodbye.