Vaguely in my dreams,
I saw a man shooting..and people dying
He doesnt care, said a voice within me
As I tried to focus and asked who gave him, the license to kill
Is he a soldier, killing people who might be insurgents
Is he a patriot fighting off the invaders
Is he the hero in an action movie
Or just a character in a video game..
Or perhaps you are trying to fool me,
I told tiredly to the voice in my dream
He could be a photographer shooting, the hungry
After all hunger kills more than anything or anybody
But why do I try to make sense
When all I feel, is just sadness
Over dead dreams
And the dead in my dreams.
Let me not dream of the disturbed cowards
Who send out an emphatic message, I dont care
Let me dream of the brave, who attempt a small difference
In this hard, cold, world, dare to care ..