Ironically Expected


Life had always been pastoral
Simplistic and pleasent
I was loved for my bloodline
Almost perfect;unilateral
Time was amiable as an adolescent
Hills hued green flanked by the Tyne
Lead away from the proverbial
Flock, pulled away in singularity
The way I was held I could feel
Tension as I left my green city

Then the context changed the
Polarity was shocking, dichotomy
Free content; caged vexation
This cement, to me had no relation
Only when the knife
Raised to my throat
Did I realize that I
Was born to be
Slaughtered.

Writing these words down
Thinking thoughts profound
Concluding that it is so strange
Although I pocess not any mange
Maybe thought of in paradoxical sleep
quite odd to relate to domesticated sheep

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