Monday, May 20, 2013

Life in a pen

The sheep were all gathered
A worried look on their face
For if what they heard was true
Wiped out would be their race

Their race
Now that was a joke
For among them they had
Differences that forever kept them broke

They looked all alike
Yet the equality was misleading
Some were superior & born twice
While the remaining did their bidding

Herbivores and harmless they seemed
Yet in cruelty they surpassed the worst
Darwin would turn in his grave
As his theory they simply bust

The fittest gene no more survived
For the twice born used the meme
Enslave the minds was what they did
And the unfit could do as they deem

The sheep multiplied and rapidly expanded
Their bleats turning into thunderous roar
Ravaging the countryside of all it had
Scaring everyone from canine to boar

Their strength came not from numbers
But from the captivity of their mind
The safe cocoon of categories did the trick
Each sheep having pride in their kind

Like zombies they believed and behaved
Ne'er one could from the path stray
A fully disjointed group yet a large one
In differences, their unity lay

As is wont of every safe haven
The pioneering risk was absent
Anyone could come and rule
So long as the status quo was present

Everyone waited for the lion to come
Who would provide the leadership needed
For the fear of the wolf kept them trembling
In nightmares they often bleated

Ne'er trusting anyone amongst them
To combat fear they sought information
Learning and growing while among them they fought
Their eyes turned upwards, pregnant with expectation

Any pioneer, anyone who could take risk
Was condemned to be the wolf in sheep's clothing
Buccaneers who'd often provide directions
Were treated with scorned loathing

Nipping in the bud any potential lion
While their populace got a bloating
They looked askance for guidance but alas
All they got were sheep in wolf's clothing