Society Sheep
Not a sheep
Nor do I bleat
Yet you ask of me to follow
What it is you say
I quietly push away
Begrudgingly however
I appear to walk the same way.
Afraid to speak
For anger rises to a peak
Therefore I reluctantly pretend to be a sheep
And it seems as though I bleat.
Copyright © Pauline Downie | Year Posted 2021
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