Two strangers walking down the street, hand in hand like they have no cares in the world.
With an Embrace they part, promises whispered and hearts heavy.
Forever is what they thought, together is what they yearned for.

He/She ducked as bullets flew and in return with stones they were avenging themselves.
With cries and songs to be free, they charged forward with no fear in their hearts.
Bullets raining and feet scattering back as fer took to their feet, but because of the deep seated hatred in their hearts they stood their ground.
The thunder from their guns and the rain of bullets tear into flash, screams of agony and the gushing blood flows as he/she fell to the ground.

Two Strangers meet again in the same corner as they've done so many a time.
With a kiss their love is sealed and new promises are made.
The parting is more difficult this time as the promises seem to be more like dreams.

With fists in the air and smiles on their faces, their hearts are singing with joy.
They smile for they know that this part of the struggle they have won.

I watch as the two strangers meet again. The same street corner, only this time one of them is crying.
This time there are no kisses, no embracing.
The parting is dramatic as a hail of fists descended and to my ears they sounded like the battle drums.
With scattering feet in different directions they run, bloodied one stranger falls, the lights went off.

The bullet and stones struggle have been won.
The stone and stone, bullet and bullet, fist and fist, hate and hate, this new struggle seems non ending.
The cries are no longer accomanied with songs.

As I wake up, I wonder
"What's wrong with this picture?"