Plain Of Lambs


Out on the plain
Where lambs are slain
By greedy wolves waiting in lie
Coats of money green
Poison banks unseen
Spew blood of light in ruinous streams
Darkening night stealing all dreams
Hollow men in expensive suits and ties
High and mighty words wrapped in packs of lies
Stealing your lives watching you die
Out on the plain
Where lambs are slain




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-06-06 at 00:48

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Commentally Ill
so which are you? lamb or wolf? i myself would seem to be a turkey. :p
2013-06-09


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Truth in these lines which is painful.... we bleat in the form of poetry......
2013-06-06

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Book Of Night
by Chaucer Whethers