Dream 1

Saddam was on the ground,
on his knees,
being hit
by an old woman
wrapped up in cloth,
like a new born,
hiding from the world.
I shouted at her
but she didn’t halt the blows
so I punched her head,
not once,
but till she stopped
and moved away.
I dropped to the ground,
on my knee,
and cradled the man,
lifting him into my arms
as I would a baby.
Now a crowd gathered
shouting at me. 
But I didn’t falter,
I carried him to safety
shouting ‘He must be tried
in fair and open court,
he has secrets to reveal.’
I don’t  know
what happened next.
My task was done.