A lamb dreams

A vivid stream of consciousness
A sixth sense maybe so
A little lamb in ivy
How large will it grow
Its inner child is resting
A personality
Reasoning and thinking
Of running so freely

Inquisitiveness is how the
Young learn or so we are told
This little lamb is dreaming
As in the hay he is rolled
Agog with all the noises
And the many trees
Their branches dancing skywards
Always trying to please

The little souls neglected
Unguarded and left alone
Unaware of his future
How his seeds are sown
We hear the probability
Is he will sadly be
Going off to slaughter
Yes this sweet baby

Lamb is so sought after
By the carnivores in Spring
Who use mint sauce and vinegar
They say it will bring
The succulence and flavour
Out of the babies meat
Human beings love Spring lamb
They cannot wait to eat

I believe its an injustice
Its hide bound and its wrong
That lamb had hoped for many dreams
Positive all along
But instead our parochialism
And our clannish way
Consigned the soul to the slaughter house
There to end its day

The sage may puke whilst watching
The baby all alone
Led into the killing room
Thinking he might own
A slice of lamb or possibly
A rack or a chop or two
The deceptiveness of carnivores
With their trumped up cultured view