In the Land of Sheep

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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Rosenthal Avatar
November 24, 2022 at 12:51 PM
This seems to coincide with the perceptions of some of us. Not veered off too much.
Maverick Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 8:39 AM
Hello Andrea, I was pleased to recieve this in My contest, congratulations on the result Keep writing and stimulating others.'
Gregory Avatar
October 9, 2022 at 10:15 AM
A piece that an anecdote in all, this time shows that to be the lot of many.
Baker Avatar
October 5, 2022 at 4:40 PM
Amazing poetry, Andrea. A FAV for me! Reminds me of the kind of poetry Shakespear wrote ... about the leadership and way people were treated. A great entry for the contest as well. Should win, but I know how contest go so we really never know. :-) Thanks for sharing such a great poem, my friend. Write On! Bill
Dietrich Avatar
October 6, 2022 at 1:11 PM
thanks so much, Bill. I only wish I had thought of things to make it funnier..
DiMino Avatar
October 4, 2022 at 11:05 AM
Magnificent! I would love to see this published in a top-of-the-shelf Conservative Magazine. Applicable to modern day society being led like sheep, off the cliff like the bible possessed -- That all mystifying ram leader, evil incarnate. This is a Classic Write. Should be immortalized. You get a Fav! from me.
Dietrich Avatar
October 4, 2022 at 1:14 PM
thanks so much, Joe. I really appreciate that.
George Avatar
October 3, 2022 at 9:22 PM
Quite an interesting tale well told. "All are equal, but some are more equal ". The protesting animals remind me of George Orwell's Animal Farm. All the best Andrea
Dietrich Avatar
October 4, 2022 at 1:15 PM
I think none of us are truly equal. But we ought to have equal rights that are not diminished by politics.
Horsman Avatar
October 3, 2022 at 6:42 AM
Oh wow George 'Andrea Dietrich' Orwell and the land of sheep is New Zealand when i went there to live in 1966 the population was 3 million of sheep 60 million. Love this poem, of earthly misfits. POTD i hope, certainly a fav. Harry
Dietrich Avatar
October 3, 2022 at 6:57 AM
I bet it's a beautiful sight to see all those sheep in New Zealand .That's where you live right now, right? I picture that country as so beautiful. Thanks for the fav.
Horsman Avatar
October 3, 2022 at 6:43 AM
Oh and by the way, some believe the human race are like sheep, and yes they need the Ram.????
Buhagiar Avatar
October 3, 2022 at 4:08 AM
Quite rare for you to write such a long poem. Pity the comedy part is so short. Best for a win.
Dietrich Avatar
October 3, 2022 at 6:58 AM
yes, a pity
Maverick Avatar
October 3, 2022 at 12:13 AM
I emailed you earlier Andrea, after reading your Last one to me.'
Dietrich Avatar
October 3, 2022 at 6:58 AM
you mean my last soupmail?
Fleming Avatar
October 2, 2022 at 4:39 PM
...almost nonsensical. But is it truly nonsensical? Quite disturbing in many ways; and with dark and foreboding undercurrents...whether intentional or not. All rather Orwellian, with an almost 'Animal Farm' flavour to it all...it makes me feel...slightly uneasy...uncomfortable. How very strange. Certainly makes an impact, Andrea. My very best regards. :) john
Dietrich Avatar
October 2, 2022 at 11:06 PM
Of course it's intentional, my friend and I'm glad it made you think of Animal Farm. My fiction may be strange, but truth is stranger . . .
Delaney Avatar
October 2, 2022 at 4:03 PM
Good one Andrea: Without ‘free bleats’they couldn’t work out a solution between them. SuZ
Dietrich Avatar
October 2, 2022 at 11:06 PM
Thanks, sweet friend.
Tor Avatar
October 2, 2022 at 3:48 PM
Loved this Andrea. So true your words are. Love it for the real truth behind it you and I know the reality of each word penned by you. God bless you for sharing and a favorite.
Dietrich Avatar
October 2, 2022 at 11:07 PM
Gracias, amigo
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