Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Lambs To The Slaughter - Poem by Not Long Left

Outside two floors down
the cattle go about leaving the town.
Feet thud upon the cold stony floor
programmed from the second they close their door.
Indifferent to the sky
they pass everything by,
each of them single cogs of the spinning machine
down the deathly silent street they stream.
Short sharp looks at the road ahead,
is inspiration dead?
are they leading or are they led.
Is this jealousy or is this empathy
are they trapped or is it me.
By the time the sun has dried up last nights blood
all have gone,
gone to the inner citys abottoir.
Something will be missing when they return
for they are to young to forget and to old to learn.

Comments about Lambs To The Slaughter by Not Long Left

  • (3/26/2006 3:53:00 AM)

    You got it. The talent, the insight, the topic. More! (Report) Reply

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  • (3/18/2006 1:20:00 PM)

    Snappy finish. So are you veggie, then? Gina. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 18, 2006

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