One white voice in a field
Wandering towards eternal fate
Staring into the sun of late
Walking towards the last meal
Other voices stand around
Taking back their voices cry
For in the end a monster waits
Who skins them whole and dries their meat
For this is a day in the life of a sheep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the butcher is the monster to the sheep...lovely