Path of Poison: A Calf’s way

They walk past, not even a glance.

They walk past, pretend. Pretend. To not change your stance…

They know, how could they not?

One side — a barrier. The other — pain.

The poison they pave, the toxic needles they lay in their wake,

Something only an idiot — like you — would take.

They churn the mix; a hint of lies, a touch of fake, sprinkles of irritation -

Laying the foundations of a beautifully disguised unwelcoming destination.

They walk, they lead. Blind and blind.

You follow, a young calf oblivious to the air.

Their paving of a path, which you cannot take.

You follow strong minded. Blind — to your mistake.

Many days pass, the poison seems to dissipate.

The path becomes clearer, torture no more.

Then you realise, callouses on your feet.

No emotion left. Sublime no more.

You’re a dumb calf, on a poisoned path.

With nothing more.

Than those common, whom are up for slaughter.