Wolves In People`s Sheepclothes.. Poem by Inner Whispers

I wander for how many days
and found myself pleased,
enlightened by the great colours of mankind.

And from which I have gone through,
I can still say I can always look back;
in this world as there are flocks,
of sheeps in different colours that I loved.

I became a wolf sometimes,
standingont a cliff,
guarding these sheeps...

I went for a taste,
to bite and swept some
away from their flocks.

Have I gained something from this act?

Yes, I do.
I have gained to love back,
to be patient,
even my fangs are at it's roaring eagerness'
to sweep these flocks of sheeps.

That among these sheeps,
I found many,
who never tried to fight back
but understood the wolf, indeed! .

Few misunderstood,
but I guess, they were just being protective
and find the wolf
as traitor of their clan!

The wolf stays back but watched intently...

Mankind,
comes in flocks,
with different colours and race.
I love to watch over them,
want to taste some of them;
and let them feel my sharp teeth!

Yet, I am just like them,
who cares,
who love,
who sometimes being left astray...

But there is only one good force
whom will lead these flocks,
I believe...

A good shepherd will lead the way..