Night Dreams
Dreams I have while sleeping
I sometimes wake up weeping
Maybe times past
They come at me so fast
Maybe times yet to see
All these things that may come to be.
Fire from the sky
Have no clue why
So many people sit and cry
Weapons of Mankind's construction
Releases so much destruction
15 minutes of a world making war
Can't see the sun no more
Death toll starts to soar
For years the sun will hide
Winter won't subside
So many die
Under the dead sky
What have we done
Covered the sun
And in the end ,nobody even won
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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