The Sheep

In a world of plenty for a few

And too little for the many

The meek do not inherit

The bullies do.

They don’t care

How they get there

As long as they arrive,

The arrogance of power

Sweeping all aside

But nothing changes

Over the ages.

Penned and branded

We are as sheep

Awaiting our commands,

Lethargic, apathetic

That is how they want us.

A somnambulant public

Watching

Not doing

Except for a few.

I hide amongst the flock

To cover my shame

For really,

Iam just the same.

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