Sleep

When the enemies surrounded their house,
their guns were sleeping tight
pouring oil into their noses.

by Sayeed Abubakar Click to read full poem

Comments (2)

Sleep while all around terror invades, then they are slaughtered, I wonder what is the point of them having guns if they don't protect themselves!
I think there is a time to sleep and another time to be quite awake. When awake use all their strength to protect themselves.