BOTH SIDES IN DESPAIR SHARE A COMMON DREAM

Refugees move around, stepping over the dead lying on the ground, the sound of gunfire everywhere. "Surrender!" enemy loud speakers declare.

Nobody seems to be aware or care what happens to the victims there. Hope is gone. War goes on beneath a blazing sun. Soldiers gripping guns, trigger fingers, trembling, unsteady, ready to explode, goad young and old: "Do as you're told."

"Do as you damn please," an old man groans through gasps of air, pausing long enough for lungs to wheeze, for the dying man to catch his breath, where the tattle-tale rattle of death prevails.

People moan, grown men cry, everybody asks why God won't let his children die. The roar of fire emphasizes the desire growing among the masses of humanity, dreaming of freedom and liberty, knowing it can never be. They exist between two killing fields, neither side willing to yield, both letting pride intervene, come between the dream they share.