The Pigs Rise Early Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

The pigs rise early
To gather at the gate.
To take part in the yearly
Mass feeding day, they just can't wait.
The crowd gets bigger and bigger,
Waiting ever so hungrily,
For the gate keeper to trigger
Open the door, they drool endlessly.
The door opens, the mass rushes in,
Knocking down and stepping on others to get to the prize.
What gluttony! Such a grievous sin!
They seem to care not how they appear in others' eyes.
Such a sad state, that I refer to people here.
Those that are willing to trample on others
Just to get the big bargains, oh my, oh dear!
We all should treat all as our sisters and brothers.
There is a tear falling from Heaven,
As Jesus watches His children act so childish.
These people's families are ashamed, it's a given,
That their loved ones could be so reckless