Chinese stars explode by night,
with no composure in the fright,
old nightmares freeze inside my mind,
of coming days for all mankind.
Twilight shadows stain the breach,
on youthful shores where evils reach,
senses tingle with needles n' pins,
where air is heavy from our sins.
Above my head the skies are full,
with bomber jets n’ U.S. bull,
their training bases on my land,
to launch the foreign wars they planned.
Canadian people all in hiding,
on edge of darkness they are riding,
streets turn empty, town and village,
before the hammer and the pillage.
Out of sight, I stay inside,
within my house I try to hide,
and peer above at U.S. planes,
that hover over my domain.
All at once the squadrons leave,
racing north to plots they weave,
as air grows quiet, sun does set,
worry remains from what begets.
“All is well”, our friends beam through,
from target Russia where jets just flew,
an open window in evening skies,
this rerun sixties dream of mine.
Uneasy feelings within this dream,
move today in political theme,
All surreal decades later,
with U.S. bully and dictator.
About this Poem: This poem is based on a dream I had in the late 60’s early 70’s. At the time, Canada was a sovereign nation, the USA and Soviet Union were in a cold war, China was not on the Radar and there was no internet or advanced communication.
Today, the World is bullied by the USA…Russia has emerged as the good guy, China is an economic competitor, Canada has become an economic vassal to American dictates and the Internet has connected people all over the world…The dream infers that WWIII will be launched by the U.S. on Russia and China from future U.S. military bases set up in Canada...and, no doubt, launched from other current U.S. military bases set up in occupied nations around the World.