SHEPHERDS BLEED

SHEPHERDS BLEED

 shepherds of God bleed
I notice a blade under their fabric
A pin under their toes
A fire under their pillow 
Tears under the rain
Fears under their bills

Is it for real?
Their lives appear like free
But it is all on their knees
For hours, for days
They can't even be in haste
Otherwise they can be in waste
Your lugages is on his head
His own lugged is handed in his hands

The sheep scatters
The shepherd eyes closed on his knees
His eyes open in searching HIS MIND
Only for his sheep to be found 
The sheep found, Shepherd goes on his knees
again for enquiry for the sheep
Shepherd never sleep
His phone never off

His brain calculates the equation 
I mean the equation to solve the situation 
His Sweat like flood
Ready to get him flooded away 
But he struggles often to gain stamina
Yet the sheep never worries
Instead he is expected to see vision, 
heal the sick and even raise the dead

Meanwhile, he is equally sick
Yet still waiting to hear for his sheep
His children hate his colar
Because it really taste like kolar

The sheep are the examiner
It is forbidden to show public tears
Any such attempt will scatter the sheep
Yet, while things are not well
His song is,it is well
And when finally well
The sheep jealous

A shepherd bleeds

By: Abiola OlaOluwa
Poet & Author

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