Sheepskin Democracy

Dear Public Servants, 

 

Sheep follow their masters even

After their wool has been stolen,

But you cannot keep me from straying

Than coming back to steal your flock

All together.

 

These self-righteous undemocratically

Appointed men know only their own

Skewed sense of morality. Make no

Mistake about it, you who have usurped

My rights and replaced them with

Those you find more appropriate,

I am not the last angry man the people

Shall someday awaken from the docile

State you keep them in.

 

On that day you will know great fear,

For you shall be ousted from the pedestals

You’ve built to judge us from, more often with

Contempt than pity, and you shall be exposed

For the world to see so they may know what

Frauds you truly are.

 

Your friend,

The Rebel Sheep

Author's Note

Not really done yet, was hoping for some feedback.