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.