Dreams

Dreams
The ones
Waking you up
With a feeling
You don’t like
Bad or worse
Wishing
Well it’s just a dream
How do you know
The vultures in the sky
Laughing
You don’t know
They claim
We are the gaurdians
Watching you
The children
Hide or seek
Play for fun
Hide or run
There is no escape
But the bad dreams
End with the night
Eclipse or dark clouds
The Sun shall rise

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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