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

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

2 replies on “THE POOR LAMB (SONNET)”

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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