Hidden dragons pose as shepherds
Sly as foxes, fast as leopards
Flash toothy grins at one another.
The sheep smile back, all unaware
That prowling round their pasture's fringe
The shepherds seek for sheep to singe
Among our sister and our brother
And find them unprepared.
Some silent lambs have seen their tail
But frightened by such teeth they fail
And suffer alone instead.
In such dread, in silence refrain--
For those who bleet out in alarm
Do volunteer for deadly harm.
Internally their wounds are bled
And, loathing life, remain.
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