Mocking Of Sheep Poem by Paul Moosberg

Pick a pack of pickled fate
From which the small will tend and rate
Look and see the crowd around
Lead like sheep and shepherd bound

Some would say that shepherd’s way
Is set forth by his own day
Yet not to be the sheep in flock
Seem to be the things sheep mock

With open minds we’re different
They follow us without intent

Mock of what, when why and who
Leaking thoughts behind what’s true
Fear and fright will misconstrue
Making mocks of me and you

If I would to, were to, have to guess
Then all my guess, would be at best
To which I’d say by end of day
We follow sheep with shepherd’s way