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Summary

The poem "Little Lambs" by Josh Lonsdale paints a grim picture of a society of individuals who are compared to mindless, leader-less sheep being led to their demise.

Abstract

"Little Lambs" is a poignant piece that reflects on the state of a society blindly following a destructive path. The author describes the masses as 'gutterless people' who are lost in a daytime rush, akin to addicts chasing a high. They are depicted as puppets, mimicking the trajectory of chemtrails, with their minds wide open yet asleep, suggesting a state of hypnotic control. The poem speaks of a population that has been colonized and lobotomized, willingly surrendering to a motherly figure, 'mother dearest,' symbolizing a force that nurtures them with false comforts. The imagery of cattle trotting to their doom and lambs raised for slaughter emphasizes the inevitability of their fate. The poem ends with a note on the misplaced trust in authority, as the sheepdog is mistaken for a friend, leading the flock to a bitter end.

Opinions

  • The author conveys a critical view of society, portraying it as a mindless horde, incapable of independent thought and action.
  • There is a sense of betrayal and manipulation, as individuals are led by false guides, represented by the sheepdog and the farmer.
  • The poem suggests that society is trapped in a cycle of self-destruction, willingly participating in its own downfall.
  • The use of the term 'chemtrail trajectory' implies a distrust in governmental or industrial powers, hinting at conspiracy theories.
  • The repeated references to sightlessness and the act of hiding imply that society is willfully ignorant and refuses to acknowledge the reality of its situation.
  • The author seems to lament the loss of individuality and the herd mentality that pervades society, with the metaphor of 'little lambs' symbolizing innocence led to slaughter.
  • The call to action at the end, with the invitation to explore more of the author's work, suggests that the author believes in the power of art and literature to awaken and inspire change.

Little Lambs

Look to all these gutterless people and see how they flood the streets; a sucker-born horde and a footless evil blood old and new drawn up the needle.

Addicts to the daytime rush scoring lines from A to B puppets in perfect mimicry of the chemtrail trajectory.

Brains wide open, half asleep an army marching with no feet galvanised, magnetised, colonised, lobotomised, the cattle trot to mother dearest to suckle at her teat.

Lost their sight to look around they stick their heads into the ground close their mouths, hide their eyes empty the seas and drown the skies.

They mistook the sheepdog for a friend and followed the farmer to bitter end, every son and every daughter, little lambs raised for the slaughter.

© Josh Lonsdale, 2020

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