Two Lambs
Once upon a herd, two lambs grazed. One younger, both innocent, unscathed. The shepherd watches carefully over his flock Having to keep the two lambs far apart. The older scorns and kicks the younger with glee Mocks and punches, taints her plunder you see Then the elder runs off to die all alone Guilt eating away the monster inside The mother pulls her back, yet the fight sustains There is no peace to this very day I say The younger tries to walk by the shepherd While the elder begs her to run for the leopards The younger is safe there, the elder with bulls The mother behind the younger foal Between the two little fighting, bickering fools And the shepherd watches the eldest run to the wolves You were a lamb with such perfect wool Nobody could even see the boils on your soul The festering sores under your skin Creeping deeper until the pain snuck in You were an innocent child I thought I could trust You were a peaceful person I thought was just You were old...