Revenge Of The Fallen Poem by Rahman Henry

Resurrect neuron, possibilities of memorization, form those ancient skulls
Once again it's a tribal age here. Firewall has identified
The borderline of occupied empire. Again aggression, tribeleader
Is all in all to decide anything. All the well here inside deep forest
Are full of liquid nights, Sealike watery darkness, reducing movement
Reflection may transform into moaning of broken leg horses.

It's not only the time to prey and collecting foods from woods; rather
The time for winning fight and to occupy animal farms, gardens, grasslands
Resound horses, the forgotten pride, from your rejected skeletons

Let the rabbits run away, trembling, nonstop, into their caves!