The Boy Who Draws Dreams

Draw a monster’s silhouette

And witness the dancing shadow

I have a friend who is often scared

The world is mad and hates his brothers


So he created a paradise

Living miraculously within his mind

And he would draw ponds and flowers

A nirvana with streaming clean water


He turned a rifle into a twig

Grenades into pebbles rolling

Singing in tune of whistling wind

Rustling leaves yellow and green


He armed himself with dreams

That he would bring into abandoned ruins

To leave a trail of what he drew

Piece by piece he spread hopes and wishes


He knows the world will never stop hating

So he kisses every photograph of families

Dropping tears every time he sees bodies

Until he grows taller, he’d keep drawing dreams


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