The Lambs

The Field

Oh look how sweet I say

As I walk my children by

The little lambs do play here

For all who look to see

Such joy of life such innocence

Such frolic and such play

We pass by

We pass by

Where are all the lambs mum

My children start to say

But do I tell the truth to them

Do I tell them why

Do I tell them why

The lambs no longer play

Do I tell them why

The field now empty stands

Do I say to them

The cruel and bitter truth

Do I tell them why ?

The Place

I don’t want to go in there

There’s something very wrong

You know that sense you get

That shivers up your spine

This cold and clammy feeling

I just don’t understand

There’s something very wrong here

I’m feeling very scared

I want to run away

But I’m trapped I cannot move

What is this place

What is this smell

There’s a taste within the air

Where are they taking us one by one

Where are they taking us

I just don’t understand

I thought my life was blessed here

All I did was play

What did I do wrong

Why must I pay

The smell I know is death now

It hangs within the air

The soft and gentle bleating

Replaced with just despair

I don’t want to die here

Not in the awful place

I just want to go home

Please take me away from this….

 

The Dinner

The special for the day sir

Is succulent just killed lamb

We took it from its mother

From its frolic and its play

We took it from a life of joy

A life of happiness

We sent it to a place of fear

So terrified it died

The last thoughts on its mind where

Oh god no please not me

And now with greatest pleasure

Slaughtered just for you

A succulent fresh killed lamb sir

His name was Barnaby….