the dream

the dream..

theres no sound of guns..and bombing..
theres no smell of corpse..and roasted human flesh..
theres no staind of blood..
theres no child founded crying for the lost of their parents..
theres no woman mourning for the death of their love ones..
theres no dictator ordering for crime that will never be punished..
theres no politician stabbing each other back with smile on their face..
theres no mother ironing the back of her kids..
theres no father went home drunk then practicing his martial arts skill on the mother of his child..
theres no grandpa waiting for the chances to screwed his 14th yrs old grand daughter...
theres no thieve in broad daylight..ready to work that fast hand..
theres no robber with their pumpgun..blowing everything that gets in front of the bank entrance..
theres no high-status executive...taking advantage all around with that stats of theirs..
theres no broken hearted guy..doing drugs in a tiny apartment..
theres no cash-strapped lady..finding solution in prostutition..

theres no ME..sitting here...
wondering how to move on with this sick life of mine..

theres many more NO..
there..there..
in that Dream..