A Dream

There were two walls

Which opposed one another.

One was made of corn.

The other was made of mud.

The bodies of the slain in war

Were the straw that bound the mortar

Of the two walls.

The multitudes slain were like that of

A multitude, that of thirty-eight thousand, thousand;

And the other wall was more than this

Whose skulls shewn through the mortar.

Evil was on both sides, and neither side had righteousness.

Now is a time for talk, and not for war.