Shepherdless anonymity

Where thy town crier's voice yields
my cry elongates
numerous echoes you hear in thine fields
as my vocal cord constantly vibrates

Look thy unconscious state of civility
towns painted in red
Naked! Naked! You stripped thy society
aren't you ashamed?

My heart races in fear and is reaching its pinnacle
thy hope freely passes the needle's eye
yet thy people crave for a miracle
I see, my emotions heightened and so i cry

Art thou cursed?
where hast thou hidden thy heart?
thy sheep's needs a turn around
we graze in thy dry pasture no more
it's time to stop the war and search for a cure.