The following is my poetic rendering of the Swine-Flue hysteria:
     
        “The Voice of the Swine Family!”

Once upon the time,
We were among the early creatures of God;
Unmolested by man anywhere,
We roamed the spacious wilderness and open lands;
Two religions condemned our flesh as unclean to eat,
That was fine with us, since we were not sacrificed;
Then came the unwise so-called civilized man,
With his non-satiated appetite for flesh of all kind;
We were domesticated and raised in mass;
We were force-fed with chemically-modified feed of all type;
We started to artificially multiply,
Getting big and fat at the speed of light;
And as soon we reached the prime of our lives,
We were led, in mass, to man’s slaughter house after house;
Wrong was the treatment meted to us,
We complained to the One Who Created us;
He heard our complain and send us a virus-friend,
Through which we were to get our revenge,
Not only from the eaters of our flesh,
But also from hypocrite Muslims and Jews,
Who don’t eat our flesh,
Yet they love the money it brings!