Please read the finalists and choose which poem you like most. Voting ends March 28th 2025.

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Like lambs to the slaughter

By: Tigger Kaz

We're waiting to be slaughtered,
Sat quivering in our stalls.
Eager for that rush of boldness,
Much as Aslan, before he falls.

Lambs lured into darkness,
Ruled by lion's iron rod of fear.
And trapped by their weakness,
Lost the battle, over the years.

Pushed joy right out the gateway,
When they joined that sheeply flock.
Yet the Meek may flee the lion,
In the final tick, of doomsday's clock.

Seeking comfort in memories,
Of the boldness that they lost.
At the sound of pitiful bleating,
It's our lives that fear did cost

Avebury Stones of Lambs

By: Ruby Lord

They say this place be ancient, see,
a circle full of mystery.
Like Stonehenge, but minor so not quite,
it’s different, bounded by piles of shite.

These rocks, they stand proud yet small,
not doing much, a ring, that’s all.
The village smack-bang in the middle,
where people ponder on this riddle.

The druids came, or so we’re told,
to chant and dance in days of old.
The sheep lay low and chew the cud,
and young lambs bounce in fields of mud.

Now step with care and tread just so,
one wrong move and in you go.
It isn’t just the past waiting here,
but loads of droppings, far and near.

Still, folk will visit from far and wide,
to see the stones in countryside.
For me I see it plain as plain,
Just stones and shit and English rain.

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