He bought me from a village fair
Marvelled at my wool so rare
And fed me with love and care
I bleated my gratitude
Flourished under his concern
Played with his children
One day I realized his farce
When he shot his horse
The same one he had patted
Praised and petted
Then I saw him bargain
Greed in eyes
Money in hands
He gave me no look
As I was pushed into the truck
Crowded with sheep my size
We bleated away
Pleading for mercy
And I understood the world
Where the weak are trampled
Where strength and money
Overtake kindness and humanity
And I came of age
A few moments before my impending death