Last night I dreamt I was in a war
but the enemy was already dead
Yet my fellow soldiers and I loaded our guns
to the fullest, and when the enemy surfaced we
let our weapons roar forth with no mercy until they
were empty and useless
Even then I still pulled my trigger
They would come forward laughing, chanting and
marching toward us unharmed
It was mockery to our attempts of defending ourselves
Each time this occurred they took a few of us with them
We had no control
Still we loaded our weapons and awaited the next arrival
Later I realized that the enemy couldn’t be defeated
only accepted
Then we became allies
This didn’t end the war
