Who Will Speak for the Sheep?
by Myra Hope Eskridge
(performing as Lucien de Pontivy)

When dispute threatens the great Leven Loch
And good Saint Robert cries, “och, Meggie, och!”
Lords and Ladies, let noblesse oblige be your teacher
As you gaze on the weakest, the meekest, the sweetest of creatures…
Tell me…

Who will speak for the sheep?
When great houses battle, who speaks for the cattle?
Who will speak for the sheep?
Their little hearts break for the beating,
And their voices expire for the bleating,
Tell me, who will speak for the sheep?

Sheep don’t know the terrors of war
They don’t read history… (well, who does anymore?)
Wooly ears hanging low trotting in to their beds
Getting stuffed into cannons? No! Losing their heads!
Tell me, who will speak for the sheep?

Who will…?

Longing for the taste of tender green grasses
The cool breeze is the balm for the brands on their… delicate hindquarters
Who will speak for the sheep?

Who will…?

Words and music (c) 2013 Myra Hope Eskridge
Released under the Creative Commons
Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Photo by Lady Katherine O’Brien
Video by Lady Arlyana van Wyck