The Children On The Hill

I waited all week to watch my favorite show

Even though

I know

The ambien will lull me to sleep

Long before the end

The lucid dreams

Had always comforted me

Until

I met the children on the hill

I cannot explain

The depth of the brain

Or understand why

They reached out to me

From a place so far away

On that sleepless night

First i must show you what i first saw

So close your eyes

Leave your life

And know you know nothing at all

I could see the sun setting

Behind a beautiful hill

Green grass untouched

For many many years

Then like a moving shadow

I began make out his face

Holding the hand of a little girl

Four eyes watching me

Never leaving from their place

My heart began to race

My hands began to shake

I was at the mercy of the children on the hill

Then the boy spoke

In the language that i used since my youth

He never smiled but his voice

Was very smooth

He first told me he had a message

Sent from the children in the hill

Who couldn't make the passage

To meet me here

He told me to look down upon my hands

And when i did

I saw they were blood red

I asked him how this could be

And this is what he said

The goods you buy

Has more than just a dollar price

The kids that i know

The dollar marked their life

Russian rifles sold with american ammunition

Pakistan's ideology the indifference of india

Israels border the bombs like a spring shower

China's fleeting dependency of an empire

Brittains lusts

All strangle us in our own blood

I couldn't tell these children i had been deceived

Because i knew them and they knew me

So i asked what can i do im only one man

And as the kids on the hill turned to go

They both looked back hand in hand

And said

We thought our faces you should know