Death Dreaming

Death dreaming Playfully I kicked the round object. The round object did not object. It rolled and rolled and rolled, While on and on I lazily strolled. Suddenly I stopped with untold dread, As I indeed beheld someone’s head. A lifeless skull lifelessly gazing at me, A fleshless face silently talking to me. Around me human bones lay scattered, Remains of a community forever shattered. Bones once delivered alive at birth, Came to life again but in certain death, Each bone narrating its own story, In horrific details all too gory. I could see the picture all clear and plain, A vivid portrait of human death and pain. Guns suddenly barked piercing golden silence. Silence destroyed was replaced by violence. Cries of pain and anguish rang in my ear, Terrified eyes darting in total fear. Men and women no more living treasure, As they were butchered for mere pleasure. Beautiful and innocent but most scared, Children and babies were not spared. Pregnant mothers viciously cut open, Their unborn left to wither away in the open. I could smell the flowing warm blood, Which soon turned into a cold flood. The alarm clock suddenly let out a sharp scream. Alarmed I woke up from a terrifying dream. Cold sweat pouring from every single pore, As if chased by the most ferocious foe. My hand fumbled for the remote control, To watch events I do not control. My pounding heart stopped with untold dread. As I indeed beheld numerous heads, Lifeless skulls painfully gazing at the world, Lifeless faces silently talking to the world. All over human bodies lay scattered, Remains of communities forever shattered. This time I was not just dreaming, What I was watching was somewhere happening. But this world is for all to live in peace. Citizens of one world we can live in peace. All of us destined for prosperity and peace. Why then hatred that hates peace? Why the brutality that shatters peace? Why then selfishness that denies peace? Why the raping that abuses peace? Why senseless killing that kills our peace? Why violence that violates the right to peace? Why the genocide that wipes away peace? Immediately I stood up to fight for peace, Forever the unarmed soldier of peace. You, what shall you choose but in peace, Will it be violence or will it be peace? Come join me in the battle for peace. Peter Marimi