Amongst the sheep
There was you and me
Daring to be different
At first Dreaming
That we were missing
We would wake up so scared
What are we doing here
Was there anything
Else out there
Dear Mr. Shepherd
Do you even care
About this one
life that we all share
The yearly harvest
Of our skin
You care of nothing
About what’s within
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem