After the Murmur of the Children …

In my dream there was a large flat plane filled with the murmur of children peacefully playing, and their parents discussing the day’s issues or, it must be said, maybe nothing at all. I began to settle in, surrendering to a calm revery, when over the horizon came a horde of jack booted thugs, marching to the rhythmic chant of “my rights, freedom, my rights, freedom …”, trampling all who might stray into their path.
© B. W. Reed (May 3, 2012)

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