Sweet Dreams

A sweetness clouded my minced mind,
The same just be with a meaning.
The hell of thinking boils on like oil,
Save the savage tank, save the soldier.
The eggs are hatched by all those animals
Offered the peace of eternity.
A sweet dreamer attacks and bursts in,
To strongly offer peace, not war.
The real purpose is unknown, much more
Is the purpose known to some.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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