n one of my dreams recently 

I derailed an express train 

By throwing an errant pen 

Under its wheels 

Six people were injured 

Because I had smudged 

My much loved drawing 

I was sitting in a large church 

Built on the soil of the county 

A lecture was in progress 

And soon a swastika was shown 

To the audience of fools 

A question was asked about the history of the swastika

 Which was by now displayed on the high altar

A number of idiotic answers were volunteered

Before I answered the question correctly

The celebration surprised me and I was hailed 

As the New Messiah which I instantly disputed 

I am Love that is my name

 And I am no more a messiah 

Than any of you present

I added with a gentle smile 

I often assassinate people in my dreams 

Today I ended the life of a corrupt government minister 

Who had criticised a nameless country which accepting their hospitality 

I also ended the miserable existence of a union official 

Who when offered an explanation to a piece of legislation 

Criticised it on the spot whilst in a position of considerable influence 

Dream assassinations carry little or no risks 

And bring a great happiness the the many 

Who live in my dreams of all colours