Monday, March 21, 2011

Trying to save a Lamb from Slaughter

Gentle lamb I applaud you this eve,
Your voice remains in such a calmed state,
Even after I told you

Would it change perspective?
If you were moved from last to first
A lottery won in reverse,

Would it matter?
If I opened the gate,
And turned my face,
Would you leave then, or would you remain?

I never should have named you,
I never should have watched over you
I never should have loved you like a parent does a son
I can’t disobey; I too am a father’s son

How can what I see as slaughter, you view as duty?

Tell me what to do,
Don’t act like this isn’t happening,
I assure you that time is gone,
We are here,
This is real

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