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Variegated Waters Treading darkened water The mutiny it took Like lambs raised to the slaughter In abattoirs we're hooked Where yellow is the new blue With red also recalled A rainbow spectrum lined true Two colours prime, befall Befall a flock asunder as the only shepherds left As skies rumble with thunder Lies tumble, manifest Like lightning in a bottle We count after the sound As storms approach full throttle, and sharks, they circle round Circle shallow waters Made to look so deep... More cryptic than they ought to The secrets puddles keep With oceans sliced, divided For the big fish in the pond Balanced, fathomed, bided Rendered bored, we don't respond With fish stocks fixed by oceans Where one ends? where one begins? With goldfish bowl type notions, we should be counting fins! With water stagnant, tepid Such crooks the herders wield Sheep object to shepherds... We should be looking to the field! A strong and stable voyage led? For the many, not the few? Fleet Street sharks attacking red yet fine in oceans blue Where sound bites chum the water, Archaic barbed hooks through gills. With lambs raised for the slaughter … and mutineers treading rills |