The Well-Fed Sheep Look Up
I have no right to worry
No right to lose my head
The Shepherd’s looking after me.
He sees that I’m well-fed.
I have no right to question
Where the chute I’m in is leading
My companions all surround me.
They must know where we’re heading.
And when I look ahead of me
And see their bodies fall,
I have no right to worry.
I have no rights at all.
© Barry Freeman – March 1981
Copyright © Barry Freeman | Year Posted 2021
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