The Slumbering People

Once when I was passing a town
I heard the story of a Slumbering People;
Whether water or fire or enemy surround,
They will not depart from their slumber.

Then one day a ruthless enemy came to kill
All the Neighbours in the South;
The Slumbering People, peaceful and still,
Will not even open their mouths.

Another day, an angry fire broke out,
Burnt down the North, Neighbours' homes and Neighbours;
The Slumbering People, their business about
Will not even lift a helping finger.

And came yet another day, a violent rain,
The Western River drowned its banks;
The Slumbering People, indifferent, the same,
Watch and watch the water killed their Friends.

Thus the story of the Slumbering People
Peaceful, calm, comfortable and pleased;
But one fine day in their slumber,
Died horribly by a painful disease,
And no Neighbour was there their aid to call,
For the Slumbering People had earlier killed them all.

Jack
Inspired by:First They Came (by Pastor Martin Niemoller)