Lost Sheep

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I mistook you for a black sheep
Whereas you were just a helplessly lost sheep
Caught amidst the naked thorns
Of mangled brambles and briars
In the desert with no oasis in sight
You bleated your heart out,
And no one heard you.
No one wanted to hear, perhaps.
Perhaps, your cries were smothered
By the defeaning slogans of furious men
Whose hearts are stuffed with fossils,
Whose tongues are forked with biting words,
Whose breath carries the fumes of savage slogans.

Let me release you from this thorny mess.
Sit beside me for as long as you can.
We'll heal each other's wounds.
I'm as wounded as you are.
We are both victims of the same system.
I'm lost too.
Though they call me a black sheep.

Come, sit here, by my side.
Touch me.
Your pain will heal me.
Let mine heal you too.

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