The Year Of The Sheep Poem by DM W

This is the year of the sheep:
A title which is quite apt
When given all of the facts.
We're still living in a dream.

Although we often bleat about it,
We still follow our trusted shepherds,
Even when we suspect that they mislead us.
We do not want to burst the spurious dream.

O we allow our precious rights
To be stolen from us daily.
We allow the press to invert truth
And then boldly claim that we are free.

Have we lost that critical faculty
To wisely discriminate between things?
Are we content to be just passive pawns
In a game played out by our 'good' masters?

This is the year of the sheep.
We're still living in a dream.