Easter day it was,
Upside down I was hanging,
But so were the children on
the other tree,
It was a game for them,
Not for me.
They were awaiting a feast I
was not,
They were bathed in perfumed
water with perfumed soap,
I was made to wallow in my
own urine (Ugh!),
They had eyes closed,
They were dreaming of the day
ahead,
My eyes were open wide,
I was also dreaming,
Of the day ahead.
Their dreams and mine varied,
because
I was the provider.
I never begged to them for mercy,
Fear was not known to me,
I waited for my destiny,
I had seen my parents do the
same.
Then came the dagger with
shiny blade,
Slit my throat,
I was happy I died,
For the happiness of others.
For,
Is it not true that,
Die for the cause of others.
Learn oh! Human, learn from
me,
Even if I am a humble sheep.
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