The 'Terror' Dream Poem by Sneha Murali

I dreamt of terrorists, many, not one
killing innocents with bombs and guns
the damage done was lots, not some
few more running from the barrel of the gun

In streets where people walked
In homes where people talked
they waltz their way in, armed to kill
for them no where to run, no way, no will

I dreamt of terrorists, many, not one
why they were there was known to none
for the ordinary man asleep in his bed
no escape for anyone, nothing but bloodshed

how times have come when we're not even safe
to walk on streets with our kids today
to travel to office and come back in one piece
without taking a bullet or two atleast

I dreamt of terrorists, many, not one
with grenades and bombs strapped on some
others with guns on a shooting spree
this wasn't a dream, this was real as real could be

still we stand and stare with blank looks
searching for answers in big old books
another attack is just close by
and all we do is sit and cry

we all feel a fire inside
an urge to stop terror in its tracks
to fight this things with truth inside
was this a dream or reality? you decide...




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