De-evolution to a primitive, animal-like state
While the sheep that they eat call it winning and great.
O, onward you go, sleepy sheep, with pride, to the slaughter
Pulling along with you your sons and your daughters.
Will you cry out, on that day, as loud as the Dominion will roar?
Will your weak voice be heard, or will it reach a closed door?
Cast off those shackles that tackle your mind and your heart,
But hurry, beloved readers, before they tear you apart.
