Out Of A Dream

Out Of A Dream short poem

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Well and in the season of El Nino the grey ones came
I felt the earth shake violently and winds of a hurricane
he whispered an ancient gypsy curse and drove her insane
they made the headlines underneath the one about the new world order next to my name
before I watched the world go up in flames well was it a premonition ten years ago…
deja vu Out Of A Dream
I wish I could’ve done something to stop it
but now it’s too late for anyone to do anything about
it’s now I know what it’s like to be a prisoner
just like a caged bird with no room to spread its wings
and so I have cried a million tears like a river for you and me
‘cuz of them I cussed, hissed, kicked and screamed
but I still couldn’t do anything about it…
I hang my head in shame as the human race drops a notch on the food chain
I know this nightmare from somewhere Out Of A Dream…
ten years ago in the season of El Nino I watched the world go up in flames

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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