Round and round
Up and down
Yet nothing here again will sound.
How can you not look at me
And wonder what it is I see?
I see a lamb.
A little lamb.
A lioness prowls cross the land.
And yet the lamb just walks on still,
A chunk of juicy meat to kill.
I scream and shout for it to run,
Yet nothing more.
Nothing is done.
The lamb is gone
Just red stains left
I think now I shall go off to bed.
What point is there for me to sleep,
Just going round
and up and down.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
But I'll keep going. Not because I want to- no because of spite. It's pretty much the only thing keeping me going nowadays. I don't have hope of the future; I hold hope that what I do with my life will be enough to make them regret what they've told me. What they're telling me.
Comments about this poem (No Cares by Kaila Webb )
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William Butler Yeats
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939)
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