Black Sheep
To be tough enough not to trust,
Is to live enough to know its a must,
Its a place each of us is pushed,
Some dance to it, some swim, some lust,
There is no rock in this ocean so vast,
Nothing in this world is built to last,
To float is enough of a task,
To fly is a release of the past,
Colours lightening ripping through the old,
Watching the future of our children unfold,
Is this world too stuck in its mould,
Would you fear the future if told,
There is no learning from the past,
Other than improving weapons amassed,
Walking through a love that’s natural,
Natural destruction of a planet so vast,
Outnumbered by a love that kills,
Escaping television for new thrills,
The black sheep rips of its clothing,
To find the love of someone who is voting.
