the sheep that does not bleat

I am the sheep that does not bleat My cry went far away weeping for freedom It withers in mutiny finding its people to revolt My throat is fenced with a barbed wire My cry scratched , blemished it and left it to bleed It leaped every mountain and drowned in every river Trying to Find the freedom it craved While i whined and murmured calling for it to come back I wish I could fight Fight so I could fly with my cry Not lie here Marred bleeding every drop of my blood Begging for freedom instead of rising for war My ropes suffocates me blue feeding of my bones It calls my obsession of uprising a greed Calling it gluttony of the worst kinds So I just decompose Until my cry dies down Settling in the throat it despise Whimpering for the freedom it never got For the freedom i never got