Before We Start To Dream

I Am Not One, We Are Many

"Surrender, surrender," they cry from behind.

"For who is here to help you? Who is here to care

if you live or die? If you sacrifice

yourself to us, as we are many,

and you are one."

I may be one, I may seem like one.

Standing with my back turned against an army.

I may seem like one person,

one God-forsaken person,

who is stubborn and proud and

that's all there is to it, but

"You are mistaken. You're always mistaken."

My laugh makes them silent.

Their silence is thrilling.

"How many dead now? Murdered by you?"

I turn to their leader, who is taller than me.

He replies,

"Why, over three thousand, and soon you will have

the pleasure of joining them, no matter what you do."

Over three thousand. That's

three thousand allies and three thousand friends,

watching from above and praying I win.

"Come and help me," I call up to the sky.

The leader laughs, mocking me, and catches my eye.

"Who do you think you are? Some kind of god?"

"For all you care, maybe." I smile to myself.

Of course I'm not God. "But you'd kill God himself.

You've let your reign grow, watched your anger flow.

And it's about time someone said to you...'No'.

No - I will not be murdered by you.

I won't have my family taken. My two

little children have fled with my friends to find peace.

And here I am waiting for something to eat

while you take all my food. My farmhouse, too.

I sit here alone, with nothing to do

but wait for the day when you finally arrive,

announcing you've chosen it's time for me to die."

I walk a little closer to the leader

and enjoy the look on his face as I say

"NO", as loud and clear as I can.

Not for him to hear it;

so the three thousand can.