Smelly piggies in their sty
pushing, shoving; squealing names-
preparations, celebrations
and for what?  the same old
scene-
Crying, sighing, anguished faces
going nowhere in a hurry-
running, fearless, in a fury
through the streets of concrete
jungles-

Fearless meanies hunting prey
getting closer by the day-
who will be the next one busted
put in jail and left to
rot-
Hear the pounding of their feet
knocking gently on your door-
four o’clock and all is well
four-fifteen: a *****
cell-

Piggy, piggy standing straight
stalking me with inner hate,
standing, staring in a gaze-
eyes are open; does he
see?
Give a little peace or love
help the millions who are lost-
fly, my precious little dove
and spread your words for those in
need-
all…and then some-

I still love you piggy-