The Herd Poem by Jayne Doe

Are you a sheeply man
Or a manly sheep?
Following others
While half asleep
Following the other
Sleeping sheep
Stuck in a slumber
Endlessly deep

With one shepherd ahead
Whose insides are dead
With a blindfold covering
His eyes and smothering
The path of the view
That's he's leading you to

Oh what a sight
Oh what a sore
I hate what I see
But it's casting a lure
It's calling me in
It's singing my name
It's asking me why
I don't do the same

I follow, I do
That's really the truth
Cuz even the leaders
Are followers too
But they follow the few
And they know how to choose
The what and the whom
With whatever they do