to comprehend,
to understand the reason why
in this
world with so many wolves on the prowl
there are,
still, so many fucking sheep? how
can it be
possible for the impossible to be
I don’t get
a portion let alone entirely
this concept
of following others without questioning
what the
wolves are selling before the sheep start buying
it’s so
unnatural to me, but I do like prying
into many,
fuck it, ANY of all the shit flying
am I the
only person left, in a world that’s dying,
to question
motives with so many wolves lying
laying in
wait to snatch any sheep it can
there’s
nothing moral about killing a baby lamb
am I the
only one left who’s NOT trying to get video?
a whole
flock of sheep are “taping” the attack and NO
it’s NOT GOOD their only concern is “capturing” the show
with so many
people filming how come no one, even, knows
where the
shepherds are, now, nobody gave a shit so
the world’s
thick with bystanders without a fucking hero
I’m getting
sick thinking, “how life is,” no matter where I go
am I the only one in this world, which is over-populated,
aware of how
much progress we’ve lost, totally uncompensated
I know there
has to be, at least, one other shepherd left
despite the
wolf pack that’s calling for our death
does it
matter if the shepherds became part of the flock
if they’re
that scared to die they’re too soft to be a rock
it’s not for
me to say what another shepherd does
even if they
join the pack, who wants me dead, because
they’re as
equally scared to die as those disguised like sheep
tell them
they can have the flock so long as they don’t eat
if they get
hungry, I am here, and I have plenty of meat
the only
thing I ask is that they don’t come in one clump
since this shepherd
has only one .12 gauge Mossberg pump
©August 28,
2014 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas
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