Comes Around…. Poem by Madrason .

From behind a crumbled wall
they make many kingdoms fall
the sew the lips with iron-threads
before they slowly turn their heads
and disappear into the flocks of sheep
and through those sheepy backs they reap
what never was for them to keep
and shift from opinion-ate to opinion hate
and too make the abused flog bleed
the silence of the lambs on shaky feet
but never mind; I am the wolf that
smelled ‘you' for awhile.. and didn't eat! M