A Mid-December's Dream
It was on one late December, and was one of my favorite of all times of the year,
I took a nap in the warm veranda, had a dream then, that seemed to me, unclear.
I saw visions of all sorts, though my memory, may distort, an imagery, so sincere,
What I saw there, brought cold shivers to my spine, and a quantum's worth, of fear.
I saw, in my mind, an oblisk to stand, towering above a geometric grid, before me,
the scattered remains, on the devastated plains, was so hard for my eyes to see.
It appeared to be that of Washington, the beautiful city, that was once to be so fair,
Now all to be left, in a state of ruins and ashes, and such a terrible scene of despair.
Next in my dream, I saw a countryside, sprawling with palm trees, amid a desert's sands,
There were villages there, with people to share, and a bustling life style, to be so fine,
Suddenly there came, in a torrent, as the rain, missiles, their explosions, across the lands,
In my vision, I could not deny, my thoughts, all tried to fly, the horrors, captured in my mind.
Before me, to lay, an Asian scene as a display, rickshaws and motor cars, as all scurried about,
A culture so keen, in this beautiful scene, a massive community full of smiling faces, in this place..
There, smoke soon filled the sky, the tragedy, for me to share, all had to be a lie, I tried to shout,
What had happened to such fine people, to disappear with no trace, their essences, of all the human race?
A once beautiful blue earth, our home and of our birth, now a hollow and worn out disgrace,
Could what I saw in my nightmare, indicate that we all do not care, and nothing for us left to embrace?
I was awakened at last, and from my mind was cast, this horrible and unyielding catastrophe,
If we want to change the world, our banner of hope, must be unfurled, a better life for all, then, to be.
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