Animal Farm: Narrative Poem

Beast of England

Late one night on an English farm,
An old boar had a dream.
He gathered his fellow animals
To tell them of his scheme.

In old Major’s hopeful dream,
No humans were around.
The animals were free to rule,
And claim their piece of ground.

When old Major died,
His dream lived on within
All comrades worked together
To gain a victorious win.

Snowball and Napoleon,
Two pigs each with a snout
Led a rebellious riot
To drive the humans out.

After all was said and done,
Seven laws were written down,
Concerning the enemy –humans–
And their evil ways in town.

No animal should wear clothes
Or kill another beast.
No alcohol would be allowed
Obey these rules at least.

Two legs makes an enemy
Four legs makes a friend
All animals are equal
But then it all depends…

Craving the power for himself
Napoleon chased off Snowball
He convinced the other animals
This was better for them all.

One by one the rules were changed
Alterations made left and right
All seeming to benefit the pigs
And fill the rest with confusion and fright.

Napoleon changes one that clearly states,
No animals sleep in beds.
The new rule makes beds okay, but
Outlaws sheets instead.

All the rules are eventually lost
Power’s corruption is clear to see.
Yet the ignorant animals are oblivious
And keep on laboring readily

Late one night on an English farm,
The animals peered inside.
Napoleon had become quite human-like

And old Major’s dream had died.