SHEEP
Mortals we are
A curse some would say
Longing to be gods
Life full of dismay
Immortality and youth
Becomes the obsession
Hypnotized by all of our worldly possessions.
Jealousy and rage is all we know
Full of destruction
Never willing to grow
If it sparkles and shines
No patience to wait longer
Like a heard of sheep
Eager to head to the slaughter
Consciousness no longer exists
Only Doing what we are told
The sheep continue to persist
K.M.
