Once all the scattered tribes survived On grain and fruit and growing foods; Then human wolf-packs rose, and thrived By preying on, plant-eating broods. The wolves ruled sheep. Of course it seemed They always would, until the Lamb Arrived, whose visionaries dreamed Of sheep-kind saved and wolf-kind damned. They sought and slew him by their laws, The killer folk, the wolfish horde, Then took the Christ up as their cause To spread the faith with fire and sword. So for the gentle Prince of Peace They issued calls to Holy War; Let unbelievers never cease To fear the Christ Pant-o-crat-or. The flames grew bright across the land To save the souls of sheep who erred, But Wolf-Christ learned a gentler hand; Now others wished the wolf’s teeth bared. While man became a wolf to man, The “hero wolf” fought savage wars, And followed conquest with a plan To “cleanse the world” of herbivores. While man became a wolf to man, The “hero wolf” fought savage wars, And followed conquest with a plan To “cleanse the world” of herbivores. No longer the old-fashioned pyres In which the helpless sheep folk screamed; From modern and efficient fires In furnaces, their ashes streamed. The shepherds fought the Wolf, and won, And now his dreams of empire lie In ashes… yes, THAT wolf is gone; Now “Peace on Earth”, the wishful cry. But still the shaggy past prevails, And people yearn to get and keep A furry coat, sharp teeth and nails; To rule as wolf, not serve as sheep. And still the wolf-messiah’s power Recroots his followers afresh: Each week they gather to devour The lamb-messiah’s blood and flesh. … … …