“It was only a dream!”
Oh, if they were!
Bullets were splat!
Blood splattered, bone shattered.
From this dream, there is no waking.
Roaring birds expel Hell’s fire!!
… Below Dante’s inferno!
I remember one,
Who was too dear;
And limbs like blackened twigs.
Images of Hell,
Image of beheading;
Burned into my brain!
I hear the roar,
I see the flames!
From this dream, I cannot wake!
Many years have come and gone;
And still this dream lives on!! …