In my beloved field of imperfection,
my four legs keep me unbalanced
In this blessed valley I call my
home
A calming breeze blows through
Combing my hair and bringing with
it scents of dead brush and
possibilities

I am animal
Reflecting a god whom I believe
doesn't exist
So why should I
A mammal for certain
Hear my instinctive, defining cry

Goat boy in the rough
With brothers in folded arms
They've been taking lessons from
that thing under the bridge

The bridge down by the riverbed
Where he posts his signs
Signs scribbled with lies and
prices
Would you pay?
For him to use us as machines
Technology we cannot comprehend

We are simple creatures with
important opinions
So I thought
If I express nothing
My brothers and I are the same
Same hate for our home

Now
But now I am heard
So use that new found technology
and dial 9/11
One of your own won't conform
Then set fire to our land
A place where we grew
A place where we laughed and loved
The place where you buried your
pride

Then move across the bridge
To a land where the animals hunt
the hunters
Where the hunters hunt their
children

Will you remember to hate me?
The last willing goat rough.

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