A Thief In the Night
An Englishman's home is his castle,
A saying well known to most.
A place where you can relax,
A place with no fear of attacks.
An Englishman's home is his castle,
A place to store all life's treasures.
A place to keep all ones memories,
A place to enjoy all life's pleasures.
An Englishman's home is his castle,
A place that's inviting to strangers.
A place where loved one's can nestle,
A place that should not have dangers.
An Englishman's home is his castle,
A place that was invaded by hostiles
A place now devoid of it's peace,
A place that is empty of smiles.
We were invaded last night,
While we were enjoying a break.
All our treasures were taken from us,
Our castle now had nothing to keep.
An Englishman's home is his castle,
A place now, it seems, with less charm.
A place that is still blessed by God.
A place where he kept us from harm.
The invaders I hope, will never know peace.
For their trade is a horrible one.
They live forever in the Devils domain,
one day , just desserts will find every one.
© Dave Timperley 29 January 2015.
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2015
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