More of the herd, Love be heard

Darkness has anchored,
the children have scattered,
hopes have been shattered,
the play is absurd.

The wolves have gathered,
their lips are sugared,
their walk is swaggered,
their hearts self-centred.

Plans have been tailored,
reactions to be triggered,
animals to be slaughtered,
houses to be plundered.

Flowers were planted,
but their petals have withered.
Slaves have labored,
but their pouches have been tampered.

Shepherds are slandered,
their words rejected.
The sheep have gone wayward,
because they can't be bothered.

The rocks have weathered,
the fighters are battered,
Tired, they have been rendered,
but still they must move forward.

Your children have wandered,
for a while, they floundered.
Their feet had to be blistered,
before they can be sobered.

Thereafter, they hold on to your word,
with your shield they are armored.
Please hear the cries they have whispered,
"We are far outnumbered!"

Father, oh father,
turn your face to the ones you have ordered,
lead them to more of your herd,
so that your voice can be heard.