Witness To Shattered Dreams Poem by Pankaj Prasoon

I am a mute spectator of a cruel, insensitive time spanning thousands of miles. There are tales of shattered dreams of mankind interwoven with it.
The ever changing
haunting symbols
brutally killed hopes
decorate it.
I have seen the human beings killed in Vietnam, Korea, Congo, Somalia, and Iraq
-from America to Africa
-Europe to Australia
I have seen the criminals and thugs sucking human blood like leech and then screaming with joy in their triumphant pride.
I am yet to come out of that gory ambience.
Shivering with fear I am inventing senseless logic to my helplessness.
I have seen dying -a sentenced era.
I timidly roar like Heracles in front of the world
-only in dreams and nightmares.
There too I find myself pitiable.
They come with their usual valour and cut me to pieces.
I fail again
do not recognise my killers.
I return defeated,
bruised,
beaten
drenched in my own oozing blood
tired, helpless
unnamed, and
that too in my own dream…
A number is added on the list of deceased