The lamb follows its master with respect
Knowing not its fate, but obeying right
The rope on its neck, pulls tightly, no suspect
Until it sees the abattoir’s faint light
It watches as the butcher sharpens knives
Watches as the-hungry-for-meat-child sweeps
And watches as celebrants give hi-fives
Still it, like a good servant, keeps its weeps
No one thinks of the scape lamb who laboured
All they see is a cooked meat in raw state
They think of how his likes body savoured
And cares not, as is the norm, for its state
Keep me, please keep me alive, I’ll donkey
None hears, none cares, for its death, there’s no key
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Mum Cee 
2 replies on “THE POOR LAMB (SONNET)”
If the lamb was raised for the soul purpose of meat then I say let’s eat. But if the lamb was raised not then you better think before.
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Symbolisms they are. The lamb being one who shows respect and the beings being those he or she helped. So the helper is being slaughtered after all his help by the same people he helped. That is the meaning of the poem.
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