The Fleecing

I saw many sheep,
And they were fleeced.
And lo, I was fleeced.
And we all bleated for help
But the oppressor took from us our wool.
No matter how hard I or anyone tried
To regain our fleece, and keep warm
The enemy severely sheered us of all our wool.

Woe to the tyrants who spoil the flock.

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