The Sheep We Are
written by: Bhakta Bahadur Basnet
Though we huddle in our flock,
Divisions cut us deep.
Our sharp horns meant for defense,
Soft wool and discipline,
Our assets in vain,
Yet always bowed, our pride subdued,
Living puppets in the master’s hands,
The sheep we are.
In the numbing cold of crisis,
They, with black scissors of deceit,
Trim our soft white wool
To keep themselves warm.
Naked, we shiver in the frost,
Still, we sing praises to them,
The sheep we are.
Raised on the master’s scraps,
Sacrificed at altars in their name,
Fuming, fighting at their will,
Yet when tyranny’s shadow looms,
We cower and piddle,
The sheep we are.
But now our dawn has come,
We are the sheep of wisdom,
We are the sheep of strength.
Beware, the wolves in our wool,
Your dark fat hides beneath.
We will seize our wool from you
To expose your hypocrisy.
On altars drenched in your deceit
And our blood,
We will adorn the throne
With our wool and horns,
And reign the world
The sheep we are.
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