Patrick S. Brown
"The Last War"
Woke up this morning
with a funny feeling
in my head.
I ran to the window
cause I thought that
everyone was dead.
I had a dream last
night. It was the worst
scare of my life.They
were trying to capture
me.They were saying this
is world war three.
I walked down the stairs
my son was sitting there
brushing his hair. He
looked up at me, and said
dad I`m so glad were free.
I said freedom is your
right, but you might have
to guard it with your life.
I finally snapped out of
that daze. Went to work
in the same old way.
Then this feeling came over
me, They`ll be no prisoners
in world war three!
This is are only home.
No other worlds for us
to roam. Were like rats
in a giant pen. Destroying
are selfs from within.
Posted February 24, 1997
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