Red Pig

A wild pig roots into the flesh of the people. Splattered red with the blood of children. It snorts propaganda throughout the land. Flashing tusks -ripping apart compassion. Bullets strike its bloat, but it plows forward. It may take years, but the pig will slow. The people will rope its bloody hooves. It will scream innocents in the town square. Its lying throat will be split open with the sharp blade of truth. It will die alone-the people will vomit confetti... As another crimson pig is born.