The Howles

Mary’s little lambs huddle together and alone.
Seeking shelter and safety in a world not their own.
On the outskirts Mary’s cries call out unheard.
The Wolf came today,
His purpose: no one knows.
Mary will wail and scream and shout,
Her cries will be mirrored by mothers throughout.
But the farmer seeks no justice for Mary or kin.
For what are a few lambs when the wolves serve the king.

By Stacey Potter

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