Between the dark and the daylight,

when the night is beginning to lower,

comes a pause in the day's occupations

that is known as the children's hour.

I hear in the chamber above me

the patter of little feet;

the sound of a door that is opened.

and voices soft and sweet ….

The door crashes in men with masks

push against one another to gain entry

"down on your belly you son of a bitch

or we'll blow your fuckin' head off!"

the children with sleeping faces stand

shocked at the end of the hall

the little boy screams

No, please don't kill our daddy