perhaps…
perhaps there is a chance
for life
penned up here-
in this cage
like the ones
you use for
breeding domesticated
animals-
for eating.
but then,
what are we but
small, meek
creatures
whose separation-
whose misery
fills your stomach,
feeds your desire
for more
disgusting
foul actions
and constant promises
that it will be over
soon.
one day.
we will return.
somehow,
we will return.
there is a chance
for life.

Comments
i dont call this living.
Posted about 1 month ago
i dont call this living.
Posted about 1 month ago
i dont call this living.
Posted about 1 month ago
i dont call this living.
Posted about 1 month ago
i dont call this living.
Posted 24 days ago
i dont call this living.
Posted 23 days ago
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