Dave Poem by Bill Upton

Wolves in sheep's clothing-
They lie in wait,
Eager to pounce on the innocent, the weak.
They smile and compliment,
They agree.
They shake hands and kiss babies,
And they lie in wait.
They are wolves.

They called him a wolf.
He acted the part.
He seldom agreed.
He never complimented,
Publicly.
He would verbally rip heads off
In his mission to plunder and pillage.
His aim was destruction,
But the difference was
Those with whom he disagreed
And never complimented,
Those whose heads he hunted,
Those who were his targets,
The people he sought to destroy,
They were the evil ones.
He went AFTER the wolves in sheep's clothing,
Being dressed like a wolf himself.
He righted wrongs in the only way he knew.
He beat up the playground bullies
And protected the innocent and the weak.
He was the SHEEP in wolves' clothing
To those who knew him well.
He was a lamb
To those who knew him better.
To those who knew him best,
He actually was the shepherd.