Broken Dreams

Broken Dreams I lost my dream,

in the middle of night, I heard the children scream,

with all their might. the street was crowded,

with faces that were shrouded, waiting with their hands folded,

with fear writ large on their forehead,

they watched their houses being raided.

The dream was full of colours and joy,

like a rainbow over the indigo sky.

They had laid down their arms, all had went back to their farms.

The street were full of voices, of children who were joyous.

No fear in their innocent eyes, No tears streaming down their cheeks.

Mothers sighed and prayed in their minds, to their gods who were kind.

None had lost their limbs, to mines, guns or bombs.

The guns lay scattered, the tanks rusty and battered,