Spirituality has a massive impact on my life, it is possibly the thing that scares me the most, second to greed, and these two things are linked inextricably. The thought that people can be manipulated and controlled so easily is obnoxious to me. The sooner we learn to control our own destiny the better.

It’s these prompts that are making me go all serious, I’ll try and come up with something lighter next time.

The Animal Kingdom.

The fox is in the chicken shed, biting heads of chickens, there’s thousands of chickens in there, he considers them slim pickings. He’s not fed for a couple of years, so now he’s playing catching up, If I was a religious man I’d say, he drinks from the Devils cup.

The pig has his feet in the trough, so he can get his head right in there. He doesn’t care if there’s nothing left, for others not a care. He rolls about in the mud all day, mixed with his own excrement, If he was human, he’d make a million, but still wouldn’t be content.

The tiger he’s a cunning beast, a mix of greed and cunning, You can tell a tiger by his stripes, if you see one best start running. He doesn’t care, if you’re just a child, or an old age pensioner. If he could he’d eat your old gran, so best not even mention her.

The rabbit he’s a stupid one, he just cannot stop breeding. The more he breeds the more there are for the predators to come feeding. The rabbit though he just can’t stop, filling the world with kittens. When one tells him “You’ll run out of space” the rabbit never listens.

The sheep, we know he just cannot help but follow. If the tiger tells him to sit in a pan, he’ll not find that hard to swallow. He’ll do anything his predators say that makes their lives more palatable, He’ll paint his skin, or suck smoke from a tin, his brain so very malleable.

The Musk Ox, a strange looking beast, with such a huge appetite. He’ll stomp and chew, chew and stomp, till the meadow is bone white. Then he’ll try and jump the hedge, and empty that field also. So his greed goes on and on, and will probably always be so.

There’s is one more beast that I have yet to mention. One with two legs, a great brain, a master of invention. He may be cleverer than the above, at least he thinks he is so, but if he is, why doesn’t he save the world, maybe now you’ll know.

Meadowhead Bard.