The epitome of godliness

The epitome of godliness
The Sheep its evolutionary trait
That of prey
An animal
Whose life in fact
Seen as sedate

Wild grazing in the open
They ululate and wail
So much is done internally
Changes that derail
Lamenting how they elegise
Grimacing
a tale
Of wretchedness and misery
Of a sluggish joyless gait
Matter of fact and prosaic
An awareness of their fate

In a field near Ditching Beacon
Out on the South Downs
Rueful of our situation
All the little towns
Around are quiet and easy going
We count our blessings and
Are martyr’s to the wool trade
Feeding off the land

Wild grasses and good herbage
Medicinally
balancing in real terms
Such sensitivity
Responsive to the environment
With that reasoning in view
free out in the open
Bountiful and true
Aware of the external
Forces
and a sober point of view

Vibrant and responsive
Malleable to might
for the latest
Pronouncements
in the dead of night
Effective bio security
A lesson the aware
Realise and imagine
As animals we share

What is the intimidation
Youth around the place
Sabre rattling jittery types
Who close in on our face
An oddness and a queerness
Grotesque buffoonery
An agricultural blemish
To what is adversity

The unsightly disfigured
Morons
Students tragically
Odious monsters living
Close by it seems to me
Their ugly faces often
Show close to our style
Uninteresting layabouts
On line all the while

Dispassionate young people
Such vile stupidity
No respect for the countryside
Or the likes of me
Stolid and dispassionate
Imperturbability
Soulless heartless vagrants
Insensate deliberately

Itching to beat up on us
A rashness and vulgarity
Insensitive to refinement
Tactless promiscuity
Agricultural students
Know all’s, to be sure
Groundless and irrelevant
The type most would ignore

They came from Plumpton College
Higher education
Land based and related subjects
A counter demonstration
Of ignorance and arrogance
Harshly beat me down
Used bird frightening explosives
And really went to town

Explosions every which way
Sadistically the two
Leighton Ashby and Oakley Holland
They beat me black and blue
The agony was awful
Every part of me
Broken up and burning
And no one to hear my plea

They claimed superiority
Contemptuousness they shared
Spurned me and despised me
Seemingly they dared
To punish and to outwardly blame
The innocence I bore
Tried to destroy my being
They together broke me more

Were absolutely wicked
The enormity
Of beating me to death
And watch me baying tragically
The last moments so agonising
Criminal depravity
A terrible wrong-doing
Yes that is what they did to me.