A black ram on the field of battle
Stands out from the herd
While the herder stands
With stick and fence
And profits on his mind
From the market
Just beyond the gates
Where slaughter makes the prophet
Of outcomes so predictable
And transactions quite obscure
All their actions vowed to silence
As their word is titled pure
Until the ram stares at the herd
Before glaring at the herder’s face
With an eye for an eye
And death before dishonour
Comes a sudden change of pace
Before all hearts
Skip a beat