It was once a winged horse
Who indicate creativity and spirituality.
Leger like the wind, free like the air.
It moved at the speed of the flash.
Because it was unlimited
It was called ETERNITY.

But, one day, the man organized the company.
Y establishes its command and made its laws.
It prohibits a winged horse
To run and fly at the same time:
The winged horse saw its wings being atrophied.
Of galoper everywhere with joy:
The horse saw its legs reducing.
To work for oneself:
The horse saw its hair teases some to change
For the profit of the authorities.

The winged horse was
Become sheep.

A black sheep

Who had to agree to exchange
Its wool counters the security.
It was not long in seeing
That shearings increased
And food decreased.
In great distress it went
At Mother-Nature which recalled him:
" Remember
That formerly
You were winged horse
Autonomous and decided "

The black sheep retorted:
" I remember "

The black sheep returned to the sheep-fold
And explained to the joined together sheep:
" It is too much
To let itself eat
The wool on the back
It is necessary to be organized "

The black sheep left to traverse
The whole world, their wool to offer to it.
It went so well
That its legs lengthened.
It jumped so far
That its wings pushed back.

The sheep was become again
Winged horse

The poets found the inspiration
And sheep insubordination.

Good-bye security
Live freedom