We are blind

They tell me stories,you can't believe
Even if they do not speak.
And when I dream I fell them near
Surrounding me I fell there fear.
They never left,they are here to stay.
If only you can here what they have to say.
Revealing a path not many can see,
But why are they talking?
And why just me?

'You know this is madness?'
She whispers to me.
'No they are coming.'
'You are crazy.'
'You'll see.'
'You speak such words...'
'Yet no one believes.'
'But in your madness
What else do you see?'

I see the war that lies ahead
I see sickness,I see death.
The sky's on fire;a mother cries
She has learned she has no child.
All her love was in vain,
She couldn't protect him from the pain.
I hear there guns decide our faith.
But will the angels come to aid?

'You speak of war in time of peace?'
'I cannot help it,I can't resist'
'Pleas continue,do not stop'
'Haven't I said enough?'

I see a river made of blood
I see our honer drowned in mud.
An old man cries : 'What have we done?'
But once it starts it will not stop.
A coin is toss up in the air
But when it will fall?
Will we still care?

'You make me laugh!'
'I know I do.'
'So...This feels almost real to you?'

My friend If you could see
I do not speak of what will be,
But of the hate that felt upon
The Earth...and now it has begun.