I woke up sweating
and my face was an electric burner
that was turned up to atleast eight.
In my mind, were visions of a bad dream.
I saw blood soaked streets
and bloody breathing bodies
that lay upon the sand.
I saw flashes of explosions
going off all around me
and lit up lines streaming
up towards the sky.
I got up and turned on the news
and saw that it was reality.
Our world of turmoil
needs to be a world of peace.
There is no peace in war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny thing is everyone claims there has to be war before there is peace...I never understood that. Nice write! !