Animal Farm: Corruption of Ideals

We lived in a farm,
The Manor farm,
Where Jones the farmer worked;
With his whip, his beer, and the worker men too,
They tortured us, starved us, worked us to tears
And there was nothing we could do.

But a pig, a pig, a very wise pig,
Named Major once told us something of hope.
Rebel! Rebel! Rebel against Jones
So that you can be free some day.
Free from cruelty, starvation, and even humanity.
You can all graze in the fields of hay.

Rebel! Rebel! Said the farm animals at night.
They all cheered with fantastic delight!
We shall be free some day,
When we all shall graze
In the wonderful fields of hay.

Major may have died,
But everyone went off with pride,
For the rebellion did succeed.
Jones was gone;
All was won,
So everyone must’ve dreamed.

Things began to change,
As Snowball rearranged,
A plan that would surely help.
But Napoleon had a scheme,
That would crush everybody’s dreams
And their dreams would no longer be there.

Napoleon, conceited as he was,
Took over the farm with force,
For the animals only feared
On what could be worse,
Then if Jones, himself, were there.

The animals, stupid and innocent
Hoped things would become pleasant,
And that their dreams would be more than dreams some day.
But if only they knew,
What Napoleon was going to do,
Then they would’ve stopped him then.
But Squealer would convince,
That they were living in bliss,
And for them not to worry a hair.

As time went by,
Not everything was fine.
Working night and day,
Was more than a pain,
It was draining the animal’s dead.

But they animals continued to dream,
That things were better than they seemed
Even if it was worse than ever compared.

Things didn’t end well,
After the spell
Of trade, death, money, and slavery,
Nothing became good of these things.

Pigs now ruling,
Began to talk rudely
Of the other animals there.
They now walked on two’s,
Instead of all fours,
And now were more equal than them.