Last night I dreamt I was in a war

but the enemy was already dead

Yet my fellow soldiers and I loaded our guns

to the fullest, and when the enemy surfaced we

let our weapons roar forth with no mercy until they

were empty and useless

Even then I still pulled my trigger

They would come forward laughing, chanting and

marching toward us unharmed

It was mockery to our attempts of defending ourselves

Each time this occurred they took a few of us with them

We had no control

Still we loaded our weapons and awaited the next arrival

Later I realized that the enemy couldn't be defeated

only accepted

Then we became allies

This didn't end the war