Crunching over improved waste

Bleating men of a herbivores,
Making for the grasses,
Haven got a rope in the neck,
Like a saharan slave,
seeking an heritage of liberation,
With naked anticipation;---

Truely we are breathing for grasses,
Seeking to be liberated from our deadly villian,
Our preponderance had been neutralised,
and with mechanise technology we are being chastised,
Our custom taken away,
by these exponent of mechanise technology,
Where we crunch over improved waste;---

Civilization of the dreaded drills,
Casting our creeds into the pit of imbroglio,
And biting us through Judas,
Our crucifixion draws near
and we are not sure of our resurrection,
Since our gracious laws had been wounded;---

Memories when men where men,
When our wives,children and farms gives us our due prowess,
when we farm,wrestle,fight and hunt,
Today our norms had been chastised,
by this dark father of science;---

Our grand children as sold our antiquity,
With curiosity they've sold our liberation,
Splashing into our face with modern finding,
Melting our sword of wars into ornament
and decorative design,
Changing our joy and happiness into sorrow,
Alas we face the second war of eternity, "Socked in a waters of moribund".