
It must be the Sheep
Who is the creep?
Not the enterprising Wolf
Who upon entering the manger
Must go about the business
Of heightening the bloody danger
To ensure that his stomach is filled deep
Sated with the blood
And life
Of those who cannot fight
Due to the lack of might
Or insight
To do what is right
Amongst the Sheep
The farmhouse creaks
Echoing the sound internal of the shattered bleats
Whilst the whole wide world
Sleeps








