Ima Ryma

We The Sheep - Poem by Ima Ryma

U.S. - my country tiz of sheep,
Herded about from left to right,
Then right to left in mindless sweep,
No end to wandering in sight.
White sheep, black sheep, brown sheep - we all
Follow pol shephards forth and back.
All sweet promises shephards call
To the sheep in each party pack.
We the sheep are the pawns of those
Shephards seeking the power to
Thrive no matter what comes or goes.
We get fooled, cuz that's what sheep do.

A cliff's out there someday, somewhere.
Most of us sheep don't seem to care.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 15, 2013

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