Poem In Response to The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic~ Week 13~ I Dream

I dream of a Place of Peace

But dreams are in vain

Time and again there is pain;

I was brought to a Promised Land

Created with killing, insane;

Where remnants of blood

Traces of flood,

Sensations of fear remain;

I dream of a place secure

Clean colorful and pure

But I am not sure

As I see

 the flying roof of a bus

As I hear

 the terrifying sound of a blast

OH how long is it going to last?

As I fear

One moment in time

May be so fast , before we know

And thus we are......no where, no more;

I dream 

of a moment of hope,

Of a land where I may be

And I may for eternity, stay;

But now I say

at the end of the day

I don't dream any more

I am at peace for sure,

My childhood was happy

Truer than any dream 

and I

With good grace and gratitude

try to obey not to betray but to pray

to the Almighty The Gracious, and The Supreme.