Bleating of the Sheep
Black faces of wooly lost voices,
do you hear the siren call
of Little Miss Bo Peep?
Can you see her waving
a dollar ensign,
Grand Opening mall flag?
Does this retail muzak rhapsody
securely lull you to sleep?
You got so much Egyptian trust
in Lady Cleopatra libidinous liberty
Has material comfort
become your grazing, green pastures ...
open range captivity?
Shear vote opportunity
is a naked obsession bleat
Cast another empty pocketbook bawl ballot,
and watch your precious
idolatry covering
get blanket poll tax fleeced
Angry bleating of the sheep,
another empty promise
that you hoped
the wolf shepherds would keep
So truly, light-minded naive ...
how falsely deep you believe
Did you think a vote
would set your anxieties free?
The chronic weep of color barrier pain,
be dead end tears
mixed with golden shower purple reign
Oh, woe woe ... woe
to the bleating of the lost sheep
Eat the viol worms of your vanity
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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