El- Ahrairah

The rabbit sits upon the green field,

Chewing clover-

Unaware of the eyes in the wild,

It’s been a long time.

So we’ve forgotten.

But something keeps our ears up-

An unknown danger we sense,

and appreciate.

But we chew the sweet grass,

And become placid-

And that ripens the field to slaughter.

And we forget,

And we’ll forget,

Until a bloody remembrance.