Nightmare--poem

Run, Run, run! My lungs bang Against my ribs. I’m so tired I can’t stand this! War all around me Death at my feet They’re right behind me Oh God, help me! I can see my friends Out there in the sand I run to them before I collapse where I stand. We curse Al-Quida The whole lot of them For killing our people For taking our land. We stand up tall And they see us rise We’re clear in sight For a bullets home. I’ll miss you mom I’ll miss you dad I tried to run I wasn’t so fast War all around me I can hear everything No one has killed me It was all just a dream. . .