The Goats graze around
The Slaughter house
From time to time
Because they just ever
Don't know a thing
But then again
They are goats afterall
And they're not supposed
To know a Destined thing
But from time to time
Before the busy Butcher
Comes around some
Vultures hang around
Because they know a thing
But maybe nothing more
But then again
They are vultures afterall
So they ought to know
From time to time
Atleast a thing or two
For We are what we are
Which is why I wonder
Even from time to time
That maybe one goat in all
Before its Time did got a hint
But that was just a thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good one, I like it.