On Foreign Land

I arrived at my new home today
In a vast field, flat and gray
Surrounded by miles of sharp wire
patrolled by guards whose sole desire
Is to use us as their toys
So we can give them girls and boys
They only feed us if we breed
All others they simply do not need
Only when for birthing are we prepared
From further such intrusions are we spared
When that is done, within a day or two
The whole cycle starts anew
It’s not as though we have a choice
They simply do not hear our voice
So we despair, because, we see
That even our children won’t be free
So we must stay where we are sent
With our only shelter a huge tent
Worst of all though, amid the pain
In our next lives, we’ll be here again

Tani Lone Tree ©2015