The Red Dream

All appears quiet, all appears calm.
It's pure, it's white, and his name is Solomon.
As he closes his eyes and lies in his bed.
All he can dream about is that horrible dark red.

His emotions run past his dark cold dreams.
He remembers torture and the blood curdling screams.
The tears pour out now, while he's asleep.
He wants him mother's comfort, when he decides to weep.

Why does this man have to feel so damn weak?
Why did he forget the dreams he once decided to seek?
School would have been fine, but no he had to volunteer.
Now to forget the red he needs another beer.

The drink won't help him get pass it anymore.
He's life is now a complete loss and his heart feels so sore.
His brain waves keep rushing.
Now his breath is heavy, and he feels his bones beneath him crushing.

He remembered laying there in all of that blood.
Then the memories came back like a huge flood.
His best friend's screams echoed through his head.
His last memory of him was lying in that bloody bed.

This pain will never go away.
His memories will never block out that dark day in May.
The bombs, bullets, and machine guns are shooting.
He can see the men fighting again, while the generals are concluding.

The generals are shooting, "Ready...aim...fire!"
I'm getting my gun ready but I look to my side and see a smile of admire.
A man kissed a picture, and then I came to realize it was of his wife and baby child.
He tucked it away in his blood splattered jacket and felt he was suddenly riled.

Looking at the dead men's faces caused him a lot of pain.
He blocked it out until now and now it came back in a flowing rain.
He's sweating profusely now, and he slowly decides to wake.
The rest of his life will now be corrupted because of that one decision he had to make.

For all the long nights to come he will cry in his sleep.
And the sweat pours off him every time he hears his alarm clock Beep!
So is war worth it, to destroy the rest of your life?
To wake up from your nightmares feeling the piercing of a million knives.

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