Sacrificial Lambs

They cried for their mothers as they were Torn from their udders and swept away To be fed and fattened for someone's feast The life of a sacrificial lamb today Once a gift to ease the Gods anger Blood spread from their veins During times of poor crops and drought Sacrificicing all to call the rains And of the sadness in their eyes No one seemed to care Fearing the anger of the Gods Was more than they could bare And of the mother left in the fold Whose cries faded on deaf ears Would this loss erase in time Or remain a scar for years? So sad and cruel to take a life That has not yet begun A decision made so long ago A battle not yet won.