[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Shepherd and Sheep

He is the Shepherd who leads them
They are the simple sheep sent following
And in the discombobulation of the flock
No sheep hears beyond the squabbling
A mess of mattered black and white wool
Following, submitting their lost will
The shepherd is lonely up the front
His blasted inspiration of reverence sounds still

Sheep of shepherd, loneliness or boredom?
Detachment from empathy or a simple-minded assortment?
One follows blindly and one takes the job to lead
And, oh, all the things he sees
Worship and leadership misleads the feeble flock
From in what the one in charge is locked
Old shepherd, tending to his sheep
But never is he allowed a time for sleep

A shepherd always treats his sheep with disdain
Oh shepherd, how wrong you are flying
The shepherd's job should never be to lead the sheep
But to create more lions
Sheep, you follow so blindly blissful
Where is he leading you, is it something to look for?
Be careful, it could be anywhere
Today's shepherds lead to the slaughter

Look behind, look in front
Scrutinize down to the crumbs
Are you a shepherd, with your sheep following?
Or a just part of the flock, not-knowing?