Sheep

About the holocaust

Spring
They herd the timid sheep in
one by one
The lambs cry out to their lost mothers
Rams drop their once proud horns
cowering before the Sheppard's mighty stick

They become numbers
None more important than the next
Names and possessions,
what place do they have in this wild pasture?

Summer
The proud and vibrant sun
once their friend
now scoffs at their meager forms
relentlessly scorching their backs
while the Sheppards burn it more

A world consumed by fire
fueled by its own inhabitants
Hell surrounds all corners
Who can escape the flames?

Autumn
Hope is only a whispered word
Prayers lay forgotten
The lambs stopped crying long ago
Caring now only for their hearts and stomachs
both which never seem full

The once proud and healthy flock
have wasted away like dust
They have been branded
and nothing can erase the mark

Winter
The snow that shines white and crisp
a cloud upon the earth
now commits its silent crime
buts its victims are in short supply
and they welcome death

All is silent
As the last lamb lays in the snow
Never to open his eyes again
His eternal sleep granting freedom

Spring
They heard the timid sheep in
one by one

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Kyari Hasutto]

If you hadn't mentioned the Holocaust, I admit I wouldn't have gotten the point. However, it was very well written. There are a couple stanzas--the winter one, for example--that seem to have a slightly lopsided rhythm, but it may be personal perception. Congrats on a great piece.

[Robert Connor]

I'm sorry, but it does not fit in my contest:(

[Inci]

beautiful depiction of a sheep's life....the different seasons and transitions are well brought out