The Dream Thieves.

The Dream Thieves.

In sleep I saw a House of Dreams, 

golden doors open wide,

liberty written on its walls,

equality glowing inside.

Then came the smiling thieves

in tailored suits and ties,

deceitful intent glibly oiled

by their well practised lies.

Inside, they plundered all its treasure,

stripped all the jewelled beams,

carried away the golden orbs

that lit the House of Dreams.

They left the merest appearance, 

a painted, empty facade,

and everything that they spewed out

was stained deceptive fraud.

I awoke drenched and shivering

from the horror I had seen,

blood now oozing through the door

of the ruined House of Dreams.

First published at Guy farmer’s “Social Justice Poetry”.