Outside the window I saw people, thirsty for blood, pointing their guns in the wrong direction.
Then I heard trumpets, yes of war itself, or were they sirens, those of death? After all, they were angel trumpets.
When I shouted out loud, help, save the innocent, my voice turned into a whisper. Then silence. I closed my eyes and quieted myself.
The glass was blurred. I did not remember whether I saw heroes, leaders or just monsters. They must have been guilty. No doubt it was a nightmare.
Mute pain in the soul and obvious in the eyes flooded me. I turned my gaze at the mirror. There I saw hope. Fine, so I’m still alive!