Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep
Soft is the pillow beneath my head
as dread sweeps over the world
Haunting dreams with chilling screams
shrill as a lonely wind
Crisp and cool is the linen sheet
ample and soft in my generous bed
Instead of the act of counting sheep
I count the ones who trudge the night
who shake with fear in weary flight
While those who sit so eagerly
sit smug and bask, contently reek
with pride who boast philanthropy
What consequence lie the victory?
Who pretends surprise that when a limping peace
Returns in fragments a nation's youth
Do they turn their heads, for second look?
Those who stand erect in patriotic pride
Forgetful that it was not they who've sacrificed?
When dread sweeps over the world tonight
Bleak as a wind in the desperate fight
As I lay myself down to go to sleep
I pray for young souls who now lay dead
And pray for souls that trudge the night
And all the brave who fight the fight
Now I lay me down to sleep
And last I pray for those who weep...
~
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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