I Had A Dream

I Had A Dream

I had a dream in darkest night, the part before the dawn
Of senseless killing day and night that just went on and on
Blood flowed out upon the streets of tortured Palestine
And ran in gutters; thick and red like Mogan David wine.
I ran to Mother.  "Shhh." she said.  "No dream My Child so wan.
You fell asleep upon the couch and left the TV on.
Don't worry child; that place is like an open germ filled sore.
They pour upon it medicine.  Soon it will be no more."
I told her of my dream some more; a madman taking lives.
The brothers, sisters, babies, moms.  The newborns and the wives.
"The TV says it's OK child.  Go back once more to sleep.
It's like the landlord trapping rats; the butcher killing sheep.
Ignore this Child.  The papers say they're killed in self defence.
And as for any rights they say they have, it's a pretence.
There is no cover up; no lie, no underlying scheme.
Just sleep My Child for all is well.  You had a small bad dream.