Another Morning In America

All night in my dreams,

a battle raged, destroying

the only world I loved,

bombs falling on the city

where my beloved slept, in

another house, another bed,

on the other side of a lake.

Deep in sleep, which I

surrender to willingly,

if seldom, I felt such

despair and tried without

success to kick my way to the

surface, but was sentenced

to drown while anonymous

armies plundered my town.

In the morning, when I shook

the sleep from my head

and hauled myself from bed,

there were soldiers at my

door. Beyond them I could

see my neighbors already

face down in the street.

One of the soldiers, barely

a man, pointed a rifle at my

teeth. Come along now, he

said, You’ve had your fun.