Robotic Sheep

A herd of robotic sheep sit
On your nations neck
Fenced by a chain of broken glass
Stained with tears.

They sit like brooding birds
Numb to the grumbling clouds approach
Or the wolves sharpening their teeth
They wait
For the shepherd who
Has become one with the wind to
Show them where
They can go
With their legs

 

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