Gaza

When i dream, 

i dream of war and pain, 

children being burned for no reason but to break spirits of the season. 

mothers crying, fathers and brothers dying.

Bombs and bullets flying trough innocent flesh.

Doctors and nurses over-stressed.

What a goddamn mess!

All for the fun of the game.

it makes me go insane.

Then i wake up and they tell me not to worry.

'cause it's just a dream.

But a couple of days, weeks, months, years later i see it on the TV screen.