Transform

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They sleep
Sheep too afraid to earn their keep
Bleating and bleating
While the bleeding won’t cease
Still trying to make peace with the beast
Policed while they willingly give up their fleece
At least take a chance!
Glance up from your feet!
Stop paying masters to dance
Stand up and take heed
You see?
They want you to feel
Like you need a crutch
While they murder and kill
Everything they touch
But keep your mind on the rainbow
They know they won’t budge
They’ve got willing slaves
Who just need a nudge

But you see?
That’s how it is
But not how it has to be
You can calculate the risk
Wake up and see.
Smash the mask
of Melpomene
No need to question the future
From the abuser, break free

Kick aside the fruit
that they’ve placed at your feet
While you eye the horizon
Where they’ve hid all the meat
Transform yourself
You weren’t made to bleat
You’re a lion beneath
And it’s your turn to eat

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This is my entry for Hive account@robyneggs and Hive account@rensoul17's poetry dice challenge. Sometimes, in order to change your circumstances in life, you have to be willing to take a step back and change your perspective a bit. I think we far too often funnel ourselves into a singular way of thinking that keeps us on the same trend. This piece is about transforming oneself to be a totally different type of beast altogether. Please let me know your thoughts.