When the old Soviet leaders

Went hunting for the day,

The animals were sedated

To make them easy prey.

 

Some decades in the future,

They send in droves to war

Minds numbed so much they do not know

What they are fighting for.

 

I guess there is a parallel;

It always has been thus.

Lemming and lamb go to their doom

With bare bones of a fuss.

 

While somewhere, lurking at the back,

The big beasts plan and wait,

And with syringe or bully’s whip,

Prepare more victims’ fate.