Lest we forget

Here is what they do.

We once roamed, free huntering and gathering with our wolves,

Then we tamed the horse and we roamed the steppes, the plains, the deserts.

We were the Huns, the Berber, the Magyar, the Bedouin, the Sioux, the Maasai.

The freest that people ever could be.

But then they came with fences, with soybeans, and McDonalds

nine to fives in a nice suburb.

They lured us in, like honey to a bear,

with warmth and safety, children who would live past five.

But while we forget who we are

in our day-to-day lives with our labradoodles and Vignoles,

at night we dream, racing with our Borzoi, astride our horse.