War Zone

A dream I had.

The people I met before,
Made war with us.
We had to stay in the loft,
Instead of the basement.

Everywhere were fire-arms,
And I had a child;
Whom I had to protect,
A tiny little baby.

Finally they found us,
A woman approached us;
And with a board in her hands,
She came kicking me.
Against my skull;
I fooled around.

The End

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