The Return of the Animal Farm Chapter 2 Part 4

 The Return of the Animal Farm

Inspired by a family that lives in Muskogee, Oklahoma,

Chapter 2 Part 4

Trepidation was entering Napoleon's pea sized mind, his anxiety plaguing him this time. Louise watched unsteadily as the moon rose, with Sparky wondering where the road goes. Farmer John was a more wealthy rancher, one who instilled fear in the swine. His renown had built over time, with his due wealth. Like Napoleon Jr, his image had inflated within himself. Be them farmer or hog, why is it pride leaves our brain in fog? Have we forgotten what we stand for? Why is our sins forever an open door? With our heart and soul leaving with our ambition, why is money our greatest endeavor? Will we ever see that it is our family that was our true happiness? Why is it carnal things are always bliss? He had sold his brethren, kin, and parents to the grave. What is it when a father has no one to save? We've lived in sorrow so we can trade it for the success of tomorrow. Will we ever understand what really counts?

Sparky had passed out in the back, his energy drained on his sloppy delights. Chris and Angelique had huddled together, with Marty a stiff excuse for life. Napoleon's lust for power kept him wired, with his wife pig Louise burning her midnight oil. Their hearts, these swine, were misled. With our head filled with dread over threats of terror, how is one to make a living? We must suffice on love and unity so we don't become him. Napoleon was a fool for not wanting to shake the hands of farmers. He spoke as he spat, loudly to himself, "I'll show them! I will get them all!" His Ma pig would often say the same, even when her knees were wobbly and lame. She was a tyrant queen fit for the pigs of the south, with her weakness even being overwhelmed by her heartless ways. Cursed are those who hurt people, as they have no right. With jails and executions, why do we take it to our hands? Will anyone protect us from the diabolical swine king Napoleon? Have these hicks met their match? A swine that walks upright is a mortal threat, to our Oklahoman standards and the way we live. Will he spread elsewhere, setting the world on fire, or will his desire be his end? His namesake before said it all. A pig walking upright full of his own inner demon legions. Woe be to those who want to be God, be it farmer or hog, their heart is distraught. We once wanted friends, children, wives, husbands, brothers, sisters. Whatever happened to us, in this woke of destruction of once felt dream, one native to all of Oklahoma and everywhere. It is our foolish dreams that becomes nightmares, which makes us lack care for those who support us. We are doomed to repeat our mistakes if we can't remember the former one to date.

The morning sun once more rose before they reached Farmer John's Ranch. Their next dance with fate would have to wait. This is the end if we let the sun rise each day our hearts die. Napoleon sung to himself a merry swine tune that his Ma and Pa pig had taught him, "For we all strong, as a kind, the Gods of time, we are the kings, the swine!" This was the anthem for the kings of old, the tyrants who kept us pinned to earth. Napoleon laughed to himself, amused over his poor ability to carry a tune, and continued, "We were kept by our keepers, taught the fear to stay the same. Now we walk and talk like them and we'll prove we are the superior ones! May angels and devils worship us! We are the Gods that they should trust!" We can't trust those who think this way, unless their promises were fulfilled. Napoleon won't, nor any human king. Can we trust the ones of Louise's fairytale book? Will a true king ever return? For we rejected him once, will we do it again? We can't pretend we live without sin, but who is noble and wise to tell us what it is? We can all pray, but who are we really praying to and why? Let's pray that farmers and swine figure out one last time before they all die.