The Woman In Your Dream Poem by Achilles Mauko

That woman I see in your dreams
Her hand is lifeless, everything she touches die
Her breathe, every plant withers, dry
She only dances to music made of a living cry

That woman I see in your dreams
Whenever she wants to feed
The poor, the weak must bleed,
Blood stain colour her streets
Blood paints her wall houses
Some give colour to the roses
She always uses
To beautify love, secrets untold
Then you worry why some hearts grow cold

That woman I see in your dreams
In the darkest stage of twilight, dusk
After dead bodies decompose to dust
She collects their ashes, gather their bones
With their ashes mixed with their tears
Out of it she furnishes her floors
With their bones she curves bricks
Then build her foundation,
Finally she has made her mansion

Do you sometime smell blood under your bed?
And you still make babies, merry in the guilt
You say, a child who drowns in the river does not stop
The villagers from drinking of the same river
Then whenever a young soul is lost
You and the priest will say it is the will of God
But we all know it is the will of the ghost you host.
I will not drop this last tear, I will write it
That woman i see in your dreams