A Bad, Bad Dream
In the far off distance the cannons make their report,
As we huddle in groups to show our support.
Blindly attacked, all we can do is to try to hit back,
Hiding in light, it’s at night when we assume our attack.
Outnumbered and outgunned since the government took nearly every one,
They made it illegal for citizens to possess any type of gun.
But some held on and it was a good thing that they did,
As the enemy infiltrated our borders and shores we retrieved them from where they were hid.
There is no Geneva Convention, and no rules to this war,
Brutality and chaos have been our strongest weapon so far.
This was the way it was given to us, so reverse play is fair don’t you see,
They wanted to take our freedom but that is something you won’t take from me.
It was like a horror movie that night that seems so long ago,
In the middle of the night it started with no warning you know.
Loud noise and confusion as mortars and rifle fire entered our peaceful little town,
People running and screaming and for no reason being mercilessly shot down.
9-11 was just a testing of the waters to see how we would react,
As they put together their plan for this unholy attack.
Our country has been divided and our resources are few,
But we’ll fight to our death, that’s all that’s left for me and for you!
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2008
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