Dear War

October 9, 2007
By Kathleen Gerke, Copake, NY

I dreamt a war…
In my sleep.
With blood and swords
Mothers that weep.
Us against them,
Them vs. us.
We never really will
Gain their trust.
The dead will die
And be lost
As the battle flies,
Into a war.
Hear their cries.
Soldiers will dance
With there weapons and
This is a dance
Which challenged us
Knowing its intent.
We will dance
Only to die…
So let the bullets fly.
Sword to sword
Knife to knife…
No one can stop this
Killers strife…
Thus everyone
Of us…
Will die
And be burned by
This dancers flame.
So Dance…

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