© Snezana McKinnon — All Rights Reserved
Sits the little lamb,
tormented by the puzzles of it all.
Its sacrifice is seen by some
as goodness given for many.
The little lamb cried out,
calling softly for help.
Fear no more, little lamb.
Fear no more, little lamb.
Help is near, little lamb.
The world is chaos,
yet clearer thoughts still rise beyond the storm.
More is to come,
and words shall remain among the puzzles, little lamb.
Try no more, little lamb.
Try no more.
The world may try to make suffering
the beginning of the end —
but hope still whispers through the darkness.
— Snezana McKinnon
Founder, Humane Touch — Global Human Rights Foundation
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