Beauty in thorns.

Friday, March 22, 2013

The Lamb


It played at the sun ray’s stroke.
No outrage, no break & nothing 's at stake.
People stopped, laughed and adored,
When this little lamb ran, jumped, and
He played all day within his bamboo hedge.
Everyone who saw him bent down and said,
Oh! How adorable this cute little babe.
Aware of the wolves that look for bait,
Butchers that slaughter innocence every day.

One day he saw his mother crying in a corner,
He said to her that mother why you cry?
She told him that he would be a star.
He says whoa! Like a movie star?
She nods a little and then tells him to go play.

Finally the day of glory has come,
When two actors in love unite as one,
Celebrate the evening with dinner and rum,
And lamb on the table says, it is done!