Animal Farm

On our animal farm, elections are coming soon.
Sheep will choose the wolves — a five-year term of doom,
To cut their wool, to slit their throats, to skin them while they pray,
And the sheep will rush to vote — a happy, hopeful, blind parade.

The sheep get benefits: a little internet by ration,
Some fresher grass, and endless TV for their patience —
All about how wolves care for their well-being,
How clean and orderly the sheepfold is — a blessing.

All to the polls! All to the polls! Choose your wolf — your favorite beast,
The one who'll send you to the slaughter, smiling at the feast,
The one who'll forget you ever lived the second he's approved,
A deputy immune for life — his promise removed.

Your candidate, dear sheep, is better than the rest —
Look at those fangs! Those long sharp teeth — the best!
So clever and so strong — his daughter studies far abroad.
She's brilliant — she needs your wool and meat to laud.

Remember, sheep — the pigsty next door's much worse than here.
Go bring them order — grab a club, don't wait, don't fear.
A tiger with a cocaine nose leads all those swine —
They won't even return your bones to your bloodline.

All to the polls! All to the polls! Choose your wolf — your favorite beast,
The one who'll send you to the slaughter, smiling at the feast,
The one who'll forget you ever lived the second he's approved,
A deputy immune for life — his promise removed.

It doesn't matter that the grass is dry — no food to eat.
It doesn't matter that there's no cure, no school on your street.
Don't think, you sheep! Go vote, you sheep! Just cast your vote!
And you'll end up at the wolves' table — as a dish, not as a coat.

Maybe it's time to stop being a sheep?
Maybe a barn is not a home? Or is it fine — this lie so deep?
Are you okay with being treated like a beast?
Make your choice! Make your choice! At least.

All to the polls! All to the polls! Choose your wolf — your favorite beast,
The one who'll send you to the slaughter, smiling at the feast,
The one who'll forget you ever lived the second he's approved,
A deputy immune for life — his promise removed.

All to the polls! All to the polls! Choose your wolf — your favorite beast,
The one who'll send you to the slaughter, smiling at the feast,
The one who'll forget you ever lived the second he's approved,
A deputy immune for life — his promise removed.

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