THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 44
AGONY OF A SHEPHERD
Among the flock of sheep,
There I found a black he-goat,
Of sin, he lead them into the deep,
Covering himself with a hideous coat.
Inside the deep, there are wolves,
Evil against the innocent sheep to unleash,
Their arrows against the innocent sheep, they did rove
They killed them all and feast upon their flesh.
Fishermen in empty basket as night surface,
What joy is paste on their long faces
Shepard with vagrant contumacious flocks
Gallivanting joyfully like a slick clock.
No one cares
As Preachers preach in tears.
All desert and flee fearless Bayard,
The agony of a Shepherd.
You’re a governor or a president
Faceless for his resident
Or custodian of a treasure
Extracting it only for your pleasure
We’re all Shepherd, we all be questioned
Father will be questioned about children
Brother, about brethren
Be responsible and be vigilant
I’m telling you, don’t be adamant
Oh come back home he says,
His blood he shed to pave the way,
The shepard is watching,
Needs you back home expecting.
Sent his son to come for the flocks,
To save and bring them back on the solid rock,
He sits patiently waiting,
Oh lost souls, come home am pleading.
This blood drips in seconds,
The Arch-Angels, high there records—
He has been falsified,
Tomorrow, he’ll be crucified.
Ohh, holy man in chaste garment !
Your cup flooded with knowing laments,
For if tonight, he dies. Hark!
Thousands will miss Noah’s ark..
You dnt have to wander off anymore,
You have to stay with me the more,
So as not for me to writh in pain.
The throe i’ve got is enough to get me in pain.
The extreme pang i’ve experienced,
Need to come to an end
Stop being a wanderer on the coast,
And let me once again play the role of a host.
Come back home!come back home!! said the father,
But the Son never take a thought as he further,
The father’s heart teared in sorrow,
Like a heart pierced with an arrow.
The lion took a sheep from the flocks,
As he ran after the lion to the rocks,
Fierce was the battle against the lion,
As he well gart his loins.
Oh! The agony of a Shepherd
Is nothing but letting his flock
To know him
But reverse is the case.
He knows his flock
He gives them communal name
But his agony…
They could not understand that he’s their Shepherd.
If not changed now in grave you might find an ugly hole
Or maybe a page from the holy book can save a soul
A crooked and rugged borrowed life from death
Supposedly ought not to be in beautifully good health
Return now that you might perish not like Jezebel
Alas!You can Cheat now the eternal spell
It’s a sweet wonderful place to be
But miss out you shall encounter the demonic he
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When the sun rises, the Shepherd goes out,
Searching for pastures,
a place cool without doubt
A place which served as hideout,
mark out to make his sheep stretch out.
The love he has gives him the courage,
Whereby he put his life at stake,
Chosen to be a shepherd till his old age,
His choices of life makes him a sage,
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