Nov 13, 2007
One night I dreamt with feverish brow
On why such things can come to pass,
When evil treachery with stealth
Come rob a people's precious wealth,
And move our children off to war.
As tears flow down our nation's face
'Til blinded by such bitter flood,
When everywhere we stand disgraced
With all the world amazed and stunned,
And send their children off to war.
Now when I wake I realize
That dreams of fear are not far off,
For in the newsprint bright and clear
The tales of liars finally caught,
Who marched the whole world off to war.
And ransacked others' dreams.
Greg Merritt
November 13, 2007
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