The State is my Shepherd

The State is my shepherd;

I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down in green stockyards;

He leads me beside steel water troughs;

He restores my security.

He leads me in paths of subjugation for the common good.

Yea, though we walk through the valley which echoes of liberty,

We will fear no failure;

For the State has our communal back;

Its chains and its bonds, they hold us fast.

We prepare a table for our masters in the presence of their enmity,

and they allow our heads to remain intact;

Our collective cup is somewhere near half-full.

Surely safety and serfdom shall follow us all the days of our lives,

And we will dwell in the cells of Utopia forever.

One Comment on “The State is my Shepherd

  1. Reminded me of a similar one in high school in the late ’80s by a Ugandan writer, Laban Erapu I think in a poem collection East African Poems by Jonathan Kariara. Ever so relevant even today…..


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