To resign and shuffle off to the peace of the farm,
leaving the sheep in charge of spraying
on the graffiti declaring pig propaganda,
is now seen as the new leadership,
the firm control and guidance required
in 21st Century
short attention span
management.
I resign in that case, I throw my towel in
to the wolves, baying for blood, baying
for the next willing victim, baying
for the sake of hearing their own howl
and piss in the wind…patience
is dead, it departed when playing games
became the norm, in the do over and the redo;
because nothing counts anymore,
history is not just bunk,
history is dead.
I resign myself to history,
I resign my thoughts to the fire
for this is no Animal Farm
in which we live in,
we are all in the Abattoir
dancing with the pigs.
Ian D. Hall 2016