A Lost New World

I had a visitor last night.
I lay there in bed, still awake in the early morning hours,
Tossing and turning all through the night.
When then I saw, the door slowly open.
Only slightly, then closed with a creak.
"Hello?" I said, when all turned dark again.
A movement in the shadows,
And a faint bird's call.
"Someone there?" worry now in the voice I possess.

When then, a bird,
A raven then.
Came up to my bedside table,
And grinned back at me.
I looked at it, my curious eyes to it's blood red ones.
"Hello," I tell it.
"Come with me," he whispers to me,
And soon we are in a strange new land.

The sky is red, the clouds black,
No sun nor moon in sight.
The earth is brown with dirt and dead grass,
No fresh grass or water.
I see the people,
Of all shapes and sizes,
Killing for fun.
Killing humans, animals, innocence.
And the children starve in the streets.
The water is blood,
All rivers, lakes, and oceans,
All from the deaths over many years.
So much war, so much hate.
So little love, so little hope.

"Come with me," he says again,
And we're now in Germany, in the camps.
My eyes widen at the sights,
They abuse them, every man, woman and child.
Treat them as monsters, deserve the worst of punishments.
"No..." I think as one of the clones of Hitler beats a pregnant woman.
I want to scream for him to stop, but my voice I find has left me.
"Please make him stop," I think and look at my bird companion.
He looks back and tells me there's nothing to stop it.
With that, the woman breathes her last breath, only because she is different from him.

"Come with me," he says again.
And we're in America.
Land of the free.
Land of much sadness and anger.
Divorce rates high, so are suicide rates.
Just look at a mall.
So many teenagers, not giving a care about the world around them.
Not knowing the problems around them.
Not caring about the elderly or sick,
Just listens to the media.
A mother of 13,
A drug abuser of 15,
And a theft at 16.
When will it all end?
"How can I help them?" I think as I look around.
"You can't," my companion says once more.

"Come with me," he says again.
And we're in Africa.
Even more starving children,
Their bones are all I can see besides the large brown eyes,
Filled with sorrow, knowing they might not live through today.
AIDS all around, spreading like wildfire.
No one will help those little ones,
Who've lost their parents and relatives to this epidemic.
"Please make this disease leave," I pray.
He just grins back this time.

I look at him.
For he does not say what he has.
For now once again, I am in my bed.
I realize, it was all a dream.
And only that.
But then, as I try again to fall asleep,
I also realize,
That it wasn't just a dream.
And now after all this I find,
That once strange new land,
Is merely a lost new land.
And it is not so far away from home as you might think.