the little lamb runs from it's mother.

no luck for it'self, no luck from another.

It turns and sees it's mother taken away.

the little lamb is left astray

the little bugger follows it's mother.

to see her

shot        sheered     and shiped out

the little lamb is filled with anguish and anger 
"who are these strangers to kill my mother?"

"look" said one to his brother

filled with thoughts of revenge the little runs at the
other,
      swept aside,
                  a bullet to the head

it followed it's mother and now it's dead