My heart bleeds for these Eli boys
\nThe months of evil, the pain the noise
\nClearly they were subjected to
\nThe order of each day
\nThe subservience an obedience
\nThe bull hook what is worse
\nBrutal injured and nobody
\nEver around to nurse
\nSubmitting to their surrender
\nTo the yoke they clearly bow
\nThey kiss the rod
\nFrom you you sod
\nAnd pay homage to it now<\/p>\n
This is a wild animal
\nA proud and lovely beast
\nRespected in its kingdom
\nSubmissive at its feast
\nA war horse with such massive strength
\nAble to resist
\nAble to crush opponents
\nAnd able to enlist<\/p>\n
So much real persuasion
\nBut chose to remain calm
\nUnaggressive unresisting
\nNot wanting to harm
\nOffering an olive branch
\nHopeful to reconcile
\nRather the dove that flies above
\nThan the tiger with its guile<\/p>\n
Preferring to be humble
\nThe relinquishment of power
\nSurrendering resigned to it
\nAssenting on the hour
\nSubmitting to the vagaries
\nOf small brains and big sticks
\nTo acquiesce to show no fight
\nAnd get on with their tricks<\/p>\n
To kowtow crawl and dance a trot
\nKneel down bob and bow
\nPut up with their nonsense
\nJust throw in the towel
\nWe’re battle scarred and weary
\nWe have to do their thing
\nJust be so submissive
\nSo they are seen as king<\/p>\n
People come to watch us
\nDo the human dance
\nWho is in ascendancy
\nWhat they see of chance
\nConqueror or vanquisher
\nWhat does it matter, we
\nDo whatever they want us too
\nAnd the rest of our time
\nWe are free<\/p>\n
Yes you think we are stupid
\nThey made us what we are
\nWe knuckled down and did it
\nOur hearts and souls they scar
\nWe have our long long memories
\nWe know what they have done
\nAnd one day we will retaliate
\nWe will snap one day our fun<\/p>\n
Will be short lived
\nThey will shoot us down
\nBut not before we crush
\nWe tear apart we break the heart
\nWe turn their brains to mush
\nBut till that day comes
\nWe do our dance
\nOur adversity is just a chance
\nOur suffering picked up by some
\nThe audience are awfully numb
\nThey cannot feel
\nThey do not see
\nOur wretchedness and misery<\/p>\n
We know the AR warriors who
\nAre out there doing what they do
\nWho commiserate and give us hope
\nWith mediocrity we cope
\nWe prosper doing what we do
\nOur charmed lives are because of you
\nWe are all actors on their stage
\nAnd when we burst into our rage
\nThat is when we are hard to gauge
\nWhen we just walk off the page<\/p>\n
When payback time comes
\nWe know we
\nWill be killed
\nThat hoping must be
\nHuman beings are most unkind
\nAnd those who come
\nReally are blind
\nSenseless to the feral way
\nOur resistance is
\nOur mainstay
\nWe dance we bow we do their thing
\nAnd one day we die being the king<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My heart bleeds for these Eli boys The months of evil, the pain the noise Clearly they were subjected to The order of each day The subservience an obedience The bull hook what is worse Brutal injured and nobody Ever … Continue reading