I’m a blind sheep.
And he’s the expert shepherd.
He orders, I follow.
No questions asked.
I’m not allowed to think.
I’m just an eating machine- A liability.
No scope for emotions, opinions or dreams.
He decides everything for me…
He’s a sloppy pacifier.
I’m the curious rebel- Always trying to slip through the gaps.
No more soured, burdened treats.
I’m intrigued by the raw, freedom leaves.
But like all the things that bring joy, soon the golden age ends.
For he’s the master trapper and I’m just a naive prey-
Drawing too much attention.
Ecstatic with the triumph of my escape.
Sometimes I think, he purposefully lets me loose,
Just to crush my newborn hopes- in time- once again.
Just to highlight the futility of my struggles.
Now, I’m back in his cage…
I’m a criminal to be tried for the crime.
There are no rules or rights.
Hesitant- I raise my hand.
But, how dare I speak my mind?
He’s the true victim, not me.
I’m just an unreasonable, ungrateful brat- a stranger to the ways of the world.
An entitled tantrum ensues.
The jury applauds his touching performance.
He’s good with his words and he’s good with his whip.
And he establishes my life as his right!
Reasons how it always has been that way.
Follows a tale of sacrifices & debts.
And now the other prisoners agree, too.
Afraid of his ferocious strike.
And the drama is ceremoniously dismissed.
I’m the declared culprit!
‘Hey, but I never got a chance to defend myself!’ I scream.
It echoes through the reinforced walls of maximum security.
The inmates crack up with laughter.
The society clowns are my frequent visitors.
They bring the prescribed doses of smirking, ancient wisdom.
Gauging my subdued stubbornness.
Congratulating the shepherd for his work.
‘Soon he’ll be one of us!’
He assures the inspector as he sees him out.
Another rebellion is crushed.
Another example is set.
The despot smiles to himself; content.
He collects his hunting gear,
And heads out the door.
Looking for another sheep-
Whistling along his innocent tune.
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