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Oh, shepherd,
We must admit,
You are wise and kind,
You do not raise the rod
To harm your flock.
You offer sanctuary
From lions and wolves,
A place to bed down at night.
You keep us satiated,
And we do humbly
Offer our thanks.
But we, the sheep of your flock,
Have some concerns to bring up.

Now, we being sheep,
Understand natures call
Of hunter and prey
Though, you must realize,
That it’s not natural
That we the sheep,
Should hunt the wolves.
We just want to live in harmony,
Yes the lions eat us,
But they do it for hunger,
And to feed their cubs.
Aside from that,
These weapons you’ve given us,
Weigh heavy on our souls,
We have even digressed,
To slaying our own kind.
Oh, great shepherd,
Can’t you take them back,
Un forge them,
So that we may live,
Once more in peace.

Another thing, Merciful master,
We realize that you have
Our best interests in mind,
And please know
We mean no offense,
But you are not the Creator,
And we’re sorry to say,
All these things you do,
To keep the dead on earth,
Long after the soul is gone,
Is rather a waste of time,
You can’t bring them back,
Please know that we lowly sheep,
Understand the need to die.
However, while we speak
Of prolonging lives,
We wish it to be known,
We disapprove of your drugs,
They are more a noose than a blessing,
Simply to cure a cough,
It’s likely, we die of blood clots,
To cure the clots,
We’re likely to develop,
And die of hemophilia.
It’s a sickening cycle,
Not to mention
The cost in wool,
I shaving per medicine,
Which not a one of us
Can keep up with.

We understand
Your time is important,
But please hear out
Our final plea.
As sheep, we like to roam
Among our neighbors,
Our friends and our kin.
If it’s not too much trouble,
Would you consent to
Removing the fences
Of our individual pastures?
I realize that it’s easier
To keep tabs on your flock,
When they can go no further
Than a twelve feet,
But, contrary to
Popular belief,
More neighbors are lost
By raising high fences.
It is impossible to see
Our deer grandmamma,
For she lives on the other side,
Of our pasture,
And all the paths are fenced off.

Now, don’t think that we’re mad,
Or that we dare call,
Your judgment into question,
But please permit us
To teach you a lesson.
We sheep don’t want,
To use these green shreds,
That your kin so adore,
The ones that make you
Gods among your kind.
We are happy
To share and accept
What the Creator has granted.
You could learn a lot,
By doing the same,
But since it’s unlikely
That you’d listen to your charges,
Please allow us,
To continue to give
And share alike,
And we’ll not raise question,
To your kind’s obsession,
Of always gaining
Something in return
For the smallest of courtesies.

Oh, mighty shepherd,
We sheep want to thank you,
For hearing us out.
We know that to you
We are merely an investment,
But please consider,
What you are doing,
To the natural order,
And please allow us,
To live as a sheep should,
Carefree and communally.