I Also Have A Dream Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

I dream of forests and narrow rivers;
Of the mountains and fountains of disunited souls.
The cries of the unborn aborted children;
The great distance between lovers.
Hatred turning into ashes in people's hearts.
Magnificent murderers walking freely on our streets.
The time bomb machines killing our youth,
And their dreams shattered into sand.
Fear trembling in our parents' lungs;
Blood boiling and spilling off our veins.
The flesh decaying on our bones,
And words of anger escaping from our lips.
Happy homes turning into battle fields
And churches disobeying their gods.
Now wake me up as this is no dream,
But a terrible annoying nightmare.