She swiped though town like sickle in grass,
burning their houses, breaking their bounds.
Never before, never again,
She came to take the cattle away.
The dark, the light, the silver spoons
the wicked. the nice, the buckets of wood
never before, never again,
She came to take the cattle away.
She dwelled in lakes, up in the hills,
Under the roots, hidden, lost
The death of your kind, the freedom of hogs
She’d come to take the cattle away
She came at night, all through the day,
waggons on fire, walls to the ground.
The death of your kind, the freedom of hogs.
She’d come to take the cattle away
-The time has come! She laughed through smoke
Animal shrieks, voices of dread.
Destruction of all you ever held dear
She came to take the cattle away
-There she is! Get her, kill!
Futile resistance. Run, brothers, run!
Destruction of all you ever held dear
She’d come to take the cattle away.
Brilliant.
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Thanks, James!
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Super!
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Thank you!
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A very powerful story!
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Thanks! Happy to hear that 🙂
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Excellent poem and a perfect picture to go with it!
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Thank you 🙂
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Great poem!
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Thanks, Draliman!
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Freeing the pigs is the scariest part! Have you been getting into the radioactive boar conspiracies lately? 😉
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The revenge of the pork is near…
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