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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There was a land, and on this land lived sheep. Like all good sheep, they had their rules to keep. They lived on farms in their own different flocks, sleeping, socializing, and taking walks to find green grass on which they liked to graze. They mostly lived in peace, but in a haze! They did not see above them the entities- (overlords controlling their destinies). Most sheep were unaware of this, so they just lived their lives since when as ewes they’d play, content to later let themselves get fed or by dogs (which were like police) be led! The evil overlords who ruled them all decided on each farm to put a wall, assuring all of them be forced to eat a strange new food which tasted rather sweet. Seeing some sheep dying (even ewes dropped dead) - a few sheep would not let themselves be fed These rebel sheep cried out, “Let’s take a stand. Green grass outside our walls is being banned!” In protest, they lay down, prepared to perish, denied the grassy land they’d grown to cherish. They even found some mud and rolled in it. The other sheep baa-baaed them, bleating “Quit! Quit being idiots. Do as you’re told. We’re sheep, you know. It’s good to be controlled.” Just then, inside one farm, a wall came down. The sheep on that farm gathered all around. The rebels cried, “Perhaps it is a scam!” when there appeared one of their own – a ram. With rushing hooves, sheep followed that ram through a pretty field, but where did it lead to? There was a cliff which the ram went over. Behind him followed every sheep pushover. Three rebels saw what happened, and they tried to flee their farm to warn all sheep worldwide. Would other walls come down, each with a ploy? What other mean schemes would their lords employ? A tragicomedy needs to be light, and so to make this story kind of right, I’ll say a revolution came to pass, and sheep again are gazing on green grass. Oct. 2, 2022 for Joe Maverick's Tragi Comedy Poetry Contest
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