the sheep look up

who claims to serve may also claim to lead
but which is which may not be always clear
the ones who make the rules are never fair
and word too often substitutes for deed
we turn for help in moments of great need
yet once we're settled cannot breathe the air
thing may be even but that's very rare
in the right place the rose is just a weed
the giant may be strong but not too wise
we follow for we cannot make a path
our feet may stumble on that upward way
we turn into a flock in our own eyes
bleating and moaning substitute for wrath
and we are lost before the end of day