The Dream Thieves | Neil Creighton
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.