In My Dream

In my dream it was war,
It was death,it was gore.
Mothers prayed for their children..
Their children died
Their mothers cried.

In my dream it was a great fight.
And they died
To lay on the landscape blood red.
In the homeland they cherished
They faught and they perished.
Now their freedom is won
'Cause they're dead.

In my dream it was ending
Computers were sending missiles
To kill all the land.
No place to hide
As the bombs hit world-wide
For I dreamed the extinction of man.
9/26/81
Chicago