One can never control someone,

If they know they are controlled.

But you tell someone,

What they think they want,

Then they aren’t anyone at all.

 

Once upon a time,

The wolves came to a pig.

She told them to remember the trees.

And the water,

Flowing in the weeds.

 

The wolves thought for awhile,

Listening to her for a mere week.

After which they got angry,

And ran her up the creek.

 

Another pig came to the wolves,

She spoke of the the time to be.

She told them to use their minds,

Forget the past and be free.

 

They listened to her for a half a year,

But then they succumbed to fear,

She fled far away,

Removed from the fray.

 

One pig climbed a mountain to address them all,

Talking in a great voice from his chest,

He told them to follow the past,

And fight the rest.

 

They listened to him for four years,

And then ate him alive.

They searched again for a leader,

A way for them to survive.

 

They searched for awhile,

Until they asked,

Why were they searching at all?

The time for searching had past.

 

A wolf should be ruled by their own,

A fact that will never change.

A leader should be a representative,

Not one to estrange.