Seems like three thousand now.

I was walking down the road.

Occassionally chewing grass chow.

Then I came upon a place,

It was a huge green field.

It was lush and majestic,

Like a present with its wrapping just peeled.

It was a blessing indeed.

I started grazing in this field,

I even remember the first bite.

It tasted so delicious and scrumptious,

I ate with all my might.

I met many others there,

They were so kind and gentle.

The entire field was awesome and lively,

The noise was like pups in a wide-open kennel.

But these things would pass.

One day a fatal decision was made,

The leaders of the herd fell away.

The place was now headed by power-seekers,

The herd was now left astray.

Wolves came and attacked the herd,

They snapped at heels with uncontrolled lust.

After a while they were kicked away.

Evil had supposedly fallen away from the just.

But more sadness would come.

Two new leaders came to lead the herd.

But for one part of the herd one leader had loathing.

He seemed so benevolent on the outside,

But really he was just a wolf in sheeps clothing.

After a month of disorder the field was fenced away.

All of the herd was driven out.

But then three bought the field.

They called us back in with a shout.

It seemed that peace and order had returned.

For a while I saw seemingly order and peace.

But they have played out as unseen tricks.

The field is now bare, dry, and desolate.

It has been dried away by politics.

Many of the others I knew are gone.

They have migrated to another place more pure.

I look around me with sadness but clarity.

It is time to go to another pasture.

Time to start moving west.