Look at the shepherds herd
Where between kin strife is stirred.
See them divide
Each picking a side.
They have segregated themselves into whites, blacks, and greys
Hear them bicker for days.
Desolation’s wolves are let loose
And it tightens the noose.
The relations of the sheep continues to sour
And so they are devoured.
Crushed are the divided
Protected and guided are the United.
Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed
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