Dear, what do you see
When you look at me?
Shells of people who once wished to be free,
We followed blindly
We heard deafly
Not thinking, Not caring
Only hope did we believe
However
Only lies did they speak
They lead us to the pin
Like little sheep they guided
Into a place "for your safety" they said
We would not heed the warning
They set us free
But we would not leave
Mindly lead were we
And oh how blindly did we fallow
WE are lamb to the slaughter!
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
