The Revolt

Torn asunder,
The rabbits of the gate
Disintegrated,
Into nameless monstrous beings.

Struck with fear,
The hateful former dears,
They marched across the plains,
To kill the farmer.

Oh you sweet bunnies!
Corrupted with feeling
Sometimes irrational,
Mostly rationally insane.

A sandcastle of a dream
Plausible in a vacuum,
But helplessly weak
On the pragmatist's beach.

The hope of a lifetime
The life of a hopeful progeny
Seeking the immortality of glory
In the conquering of an immutable foe

Or supposedly so.
A fickle dream
Born on the backs of a courageous team
Go rabbits!