'Death to the Pigs'
There was once a village deep in the forest,
Quiet voices and sounds, with a view that is timeless,
They slip their notes and cover their eyes,
Hoping the pigs will eat their own lies.
It's all fun and games until someone loses their mind,
Questioning reality, doubting their kind,
Not sure of what's going on; is that the moon or the sun?
Are they being hunted, or are they trying to hunt?
The forest feels alive, watching and listening,
The song they used to chant sounds like murmurs of praying,
The woman washes her hands in water but never turns clear,
The children are covered in ashes, surrounded by fear.
The air is thick with loss and betrayal,
Once again, the comedy show is masked behind an important trial,
The pigs lied again, and again, and again,
Because the pigs know they own the land.
They're not pig themselves, why are they in the mud?
Instead of taking cover under their huts?
On their fours instead of on their feet,
Consuming dirty bread and rotten meat.
Then one boy, holding a torch, with other villagers led by him,
"Death to the pigs, Death to all of the aristocrats!" they screamed,
This time around, they were determined to rip the rulers apart,
Collecting their courage for a coup d'ètat.
Death to the pigs, but death to them too,
The pigs took their homes and painted the sky blue,
The pigs fed them stale bread, saying that's all they had,
While feasting among themselves; greed made them fat.
And now the pigs went out of their castle,
With tears in their eyes beneath cloaks and mantles,
"The government would never do that!" that's all they said,
"Oh, you would!" the villagers yelled out, their rage burning red.
The villagers burned down the castle, the pigs, and their sheds,
Their eyes were hazy, covered by the smoke that made them red,
They weren't sure if it was right, but greed fueled their action,
It took three days for them to reach satisfaction.
But now everything crumbles down,
No more home, no one wears the crown,
The water ran out to put down the fire,
They lost everything, including the liars.
Now the villagers blame one another,
Saying it wouldn't have happened if they'd stopped earlier,
Then came the boars, saying, "We'll fix everything. Have no fear,
We only come here as peace-makers."
tamat.
-2025
