Letras
The shepherd guides the sheep
The sheep love their shepherd
Even when he leads them
Into the slaughterhouse
When they spot the executioner
They walk up to the guillotine
Lay themselves out on the plank
Like a blanket on a lawn
Is anyone else seeing this?
Am I entirely alone
In not wanting the executioner
To cut down to the bone?
I will not go gentle
Into your good night
I will not