Sheep

Grotesque predators growl with greed

as they stalk their sheepish prey.

To soak their fur another day

in the innocence of those who bleed.

Yet once the kill has been completed,

a cheer comes from the chopping block.

Like cattle lining up to walk

with an eagerness to be cheated.

No one expects the inquisition,

isn’t that what they say?

Yet we knew the evil that rest at bay

If only some would listen.

Congratulations, you owned the libs. I hope you’re happy now.

But can you swim? The waters cold, and you’ve caused us all to drown.