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... ~