Soul sisters an animal story

A memory of freedom
Is a seed in the Loam
When shackled and locked up
Far from ones home
Lost in maelstrom
Of darkness and glare
Bull hooked and screamed at
By those unaware

They are not mindful
They know not of NOW
They have no real power
They don’t know how
They think to use mind games
On Giants who care
Who can crush them in seconds
For they do not scare

Us with their bull hooks
Their screams not at all
If we choose to crush them
And breakdown their wall
Tear down their roof
And treat them like dolls
They are no more
They now have no roles

But to fit in the furnace
And to become ash
That pollutes the senses
They Cease to be flash
No longer the bullies
Their size made them feel
Now squashed and broken
Who is the real deal?

As we are now shot at
Made to feel bad
For the years we were
Tortured all that time sad
The wounds and the bruises
We took them all
And when we just snapped
We got shot at
The fool?
Is it us wild souls
Whose freedom you stole
Or was it the fiends
Put in charge of our soul.