Flock

sorenbarrett

Mined from humanities mountain of greed the hard rock of laziness is smelted by the fires of fear forging cold steel links of government chains. We sell ourselves into bondage, willing slaves to a butcher of sheep. Accepting shepherds blows and patrolling dog nips as normal fare we graze on barren hills awaiting slaughter. Told of ranging foreign wolves we bunch together in wooly nations.

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  • David Wakeling

    This has so much to consider.We sell ourselves to bondage.Life certainly feels that way at times. Retreating like sheep when the wolves are at the door.An amazing piece here compadre

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you David I do appreciate your read and comment it is most important to me and valued

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      good write, great meaning expressed

    • Lorenz

      When the wool from the nations that keeps us warm is sold at Walmart ,what can we do ? Shout our outrage while running naked across the lunar rooftops ?

      • sorenbarrett

        It is the tax that strips the wool from the sheep. Thanks for the read and comment my friend

      • arqios

        Thatโ€™s what it looks like out there๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you my friend unfortunately so. I appreciate the read and comment Cryptic

          • arqios

            Most welcome, friend. ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™

          • RSM0812

            Sheep we are to keep our obedience full of silence im afraid. A fav

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks so much for the read and comment my friend you words are most valued

            • soheil khodaparasti

              The most painful point of the poemโ€™s dystopian vision is the voluntary submission to bondage and the normalization of suffering.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you so much Soheil your review and comment is most appreciated and valued my friend

                • soheil khodaparasti

                  You are welcome.

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Soren, this is one heck of a poem. There is real bite in this from the opening sentence onward...angry, provocative, and completely unapologetic in the way it challenges complacency and conformity. It grabs hold and doesn't let go. Powerful write, my friend! ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you Tristan for the review and most kind comment. Yes there is anger at the nature of those that would willingly sell themselves into slavery and I'm afraid we have all done so.

                  • orchidee

                    Good write SB. KP's in the news, refusing to pay out for something!

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thanks so much Orchi. I am behind her on this one I too refuse to pay out for anything.

                    • Paul Bell

                      When we all became mini capitalists, we unwittingly sold our soles.
                      The good things in life were dangled in front of us and we all jumped.

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you so much Paul for the review and comment yes we are all participants.

                      • Kevin Hulme

                        'I'm not a Number, I'm a free Man'. As Number 6 once said.
                        Good Write.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thanks so much Kevin for the read and comment your words are valued my friend

                        • Goldfinch60

                          They just want to control us into their ways not the way good life is.

                          Andy

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thanks for the review and understanding Andy it is most appreciated

                          • Zellie

                            Amazingggg ๐Ÿ’Œโค๏ธ

                            • sorenbarrett

                              You are very kind thank you so much for the read and comment of encouragement



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