Perfect Life . . . Not Really
Here’s a little bit of a twisted nursery rhyme.
Perfection surrounds us all.
From this height we shall not fall.
Mary had a little lamb
Whose fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.
The lamb in us has been brought out.
We are now so meek and mild.
Those who tamed us brought this about.
We are no longer so wild.
Mary still has her small lamb
Whose fleece is not like snow,
But it follows Mary all day
no chance where she may go.
We follow our orders, as we should
and we live in peace today.
We don’t ever do what it is we would
if we were free, we aren’t, nay.
Mary’s lamb has grown up big,
its fleece with blood is red,
pulled with hurt and hate, this lamb
and it will soon be dead.
They’ve changed all of a suddon now,
they hurt us and make us bleed.
Now we take the pain and wonder how
we can hurt them like we need.
Mary’s lamb has grown tired
of all the hurt and pain.
It will soon turn on Mary,
it has become quite sane.
We have turned on wolves full of rage
at those who tamed us and took
our lives and put is in this dark cage,
they should not hurt lambs, just look.
Mary’s lamb has many teeth
made to tear Mary’s heart,
and its mouth is full of blood,
oh, it has torn her apart.
Their perfection is long lost,
The wolves have paid the cost.
Philosophy Lee
Twisted… yes.
Well written and a good read… Absolutely!
phoenixreal replied
Thank you very much! :)