God Save the Sheep - Lynn White

God save the sheep

baa aah.

Where would we be without them.

Who would lead if no one followed?

Why bother to whip up their storm of frenzy,

to feed them on blades of rumours

ready to become knowledge, to become fact.

Baa aah.

Say it again,

baa aah.

And only white sheep allowed,

of course.

No black or pink or purple

to shatter the consensus.

Colours cannot be tolerated,

along with druggies and drunks

and survivors of abuse.

Oh dear me, no,

not appropriate here.

Baa aah

And suppose they stay?

Baa aa aah

Plant their hooves in our cheap wet fields,

sneak inside our friendly flock

and contentedly munch

a thistle here,

a spiky rush there.

Baa aah.

Drown them out

baa aah,

baa aah.

God save the sheep.

Originally published by Paper Plane Pilots, January 2015

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/