9 pm on the #72 of Charlesville
The thieves romping past the door,
But my brothers are sleeping,
Mommy is on the chair paralyzed,
And daddy is desperately fighting and arguing.
The thieves romping past the door,
One with a suit launches a terrific smile.
I crouch behind the sofa
Glaring at that terrific smile.
The thieves romping past the door
The gestures mislead me in confusion.
They are just chatting, sitting, standing,
Enjoying the pain of a man.
The thieves romping past the door
As intruders, fonding with what is ours.
What could they want?
My daddy is just an actor, and my mom a teacher.
The thieves romping past the door,
But suddenly my daddy exclamates:
‘This is to have fallen into the trap that I prepared,
I die just a victim of my own betrayal!’
Moments after my daddy is on the floor
And back again standing, everybody is clapping,
One of the thieves exclamates:
'Let’s give them the best Hamlet they’ve ever seen!'
