The man
In control of this land
Has a secret
And I must keep it
For he is sure to know
Who told
He likes them young
He likes them male
Nobody is ever around to care
I feed the sheep
He feeds me
A deal I cannot delete
It was fun at first
The sheep
The sleep
But then he came
To tame and maim
Children have no voice
Annoying noise
Nobody is ever around to care
Pull of hair
Clothes to tear
Mother and Father
Will never be there
The man
In control of this land
Has a secret
And I must keep it
For he is sure to know
Who told
A Little Boy Blue come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow the cow's in the corn.
But where's the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I - for if I do, he's sure to cry
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
