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
Well said Sir. A sign of our times .
ReplyDeleteWhere the mind is without fear and the head is held high
ReplyDeleteWhere knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
A sign of our times indeed - SAD.
ReplyDeleteThat is the way mind wins over matter. It is survival of the ones who can tame the minds and lead those mindless zombies, blind folded wherever they want to lead them.
ReplyDeleteThese zombies think that their captors are superior and look at them for their deliverance.
The zombies trust no one, have no thoughts, do not question.
These are the great words sir..
ReplyDeleteNipping 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
Great Lines written...
Enjoyed reading. Reminded me of school days
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