The Hired Shepherds

Gone are those times, if ever such times were seen When rustic shepherds shepherd their flock on nutritive green Shepherds now lead their sheep to calamity and damnation But today, the sheeps cry out for urgent and drastic redemption Weary and tired in their age-long captivities Now interested in their awakened sensitivities To each other, they said, there's something we can do This is our land, the land was here before us With milk and honey it flows, its territories an oasis of safe haven Calm was the land, then things began to happen Our shepherds, our trust, our hearts has broken And today, their leaky umbrellas we have broken Falling from darkness to a place of uncertainty Everything is moving with no recorded velocity Crawling from the known to the unknown The sheep sheepishly arrived at the unknown The change, everything she's changing No change is this, only a changeling Hoping for a relief as time and tide passes Alas! More darkness our territory encompasses Hired shepherds, their sacred duties have abandoned In vain hope their wickedness to us by us shall be pardoned Shepherd umbrella and shepherd broom are just but alike Our resort and determination to live in all they dislike For decades something evil has been withholding us At last we found out it was nothing but ourselves Tell the lazy sheep, their laziness eschew Death sentence, their dominance on us ensure Let sentiment not guide our affairs as mortals Common sense, our resort controls in total For our woes, our sentiment endlessly compounds In unison, our freedom, genuine minds propounds Cease then that grief, and let those cards decide If emotion rules us, be that emotion guide If passion rules us, be that passion pride If reason, then good reason our minds provide Their piercing brooms, our flesh have broken Shall tomorrow, at moon light by grace be broken Orochi C. Joshua, 2018, @all right reserved