Leading Sheep to Slaughter
By Lady Grinning Soul
It's in the air.
Suffocating,
Surrounding your
Entire being.
It mocks.
teeth baring,
razor sharp,
and
viseral matter
seeps down
the front.
It watches.
eyes.stitched.open.
Glaring.
memorizing every
move.
It hungers.
Endless hunger,
devouring
men
like mice.
It stalks.
Silent.
Deadly.
Hidden in the shadows;
a game of
cat
and
mouse.
It decieves.
Promising the world as an oyster
but delivering
com.
place.
ncy.
It grins.
Hands outstretched,
an offering
of
cyanide.
laced.
coolaid.
Drink.
Conform.
Assimilate.
Become the sheep
and rationalize
the loss of your
freedom
as the conveyer belt
churns,
turns,
and
glides you closer to
the slaughtering
room.
Awards
Comments on "Leading Sheep to Slaughter"
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On Wednesday, October 19, 2016, Divine hell
(238) wrote:
I applaud this work as the truth bursts through these words. Very inspiring, and thought provoking. Nice write
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A former member wrote:
nicely assembled on the page...I feel as though the air I am breathing is luring me toward the conveyor belt of assimilation toward the slaughter....thank you for this great poem!
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On Tuesday, October 18, 2016, Devil lyn
(345) wrote:
If this is a parallel between life & the infamous biblical verse, then you captured it well from the beginning to the end ... loved the form, and play on words ... ;)