6/1/14 – March of Sheep

From my other blog, awrittenyear.wordpress.com. Check it out for Daily updates 😀 (I post my favorites here!)

My fellow Sheep,
Stop, stop your trot and look.
Look at the chimneys billowing,
from the ashen covered metal boxes.

Look my brothers,
How the front of the line enters,
But never, do we see a line exit.
Where hath the witnesses gone?

Look, look, and stop;
Don’t you taste that warm metal mist?
Why do they guard our paths,
and force us on?

See? See?! A tumbleweed of wool.
Does that not frighten you?
If not death,
then the cold would be our end.

Don’t tell me to shut up.
Of course they feed us.
Of course they’ve kept us.
But now we’re plump for the feeding!

Turn, turn, my brothers,
Altogether, band up and turn.
Few cannot control the many.
All we need is but to turn.

I know they promise,
For our gold nuggets.
But look at the road we march,
’tis made of gold bricks!

Why not chip away,
And earn our keep.
But you all rather the chunk,
Spat by words behind deceitful teeth.

I waste with talk!

Come my brother,
just us now.
I just need you turn,
I’ll follow now.

I can see ahead, what you cannot.
Trust in my words, no good comes about.

Do you not feel it?
The blade on your neck?
I do brother,
just turn now.

Based on a Nightmare I once had.

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