While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping
Some lights came on
While you were sleeping
Telephones rang
Your gentle snoring
did not silence the orders
You turned on your side
and dreamt of the seaside
Blue skies, breeze salt scented
The cries of small children
Swimming and splashing
Unaware of the horror
unleashed in your absence
without your approval
The cries of the innocent
Screaming and pleading
Grey suits grimly smiling
When you were sleeping
Tim Fellows 2018
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