Eat or not?
I have seen up and down
I’ve been kicked; side to side
I don’t mind
Insects were in chick-peas; split
I poured some to make soup
Then noticed the spots
Question was “Eat or not? ”
We all come and end; die.
We eat lambs, ox and calves.
Why not this?
Regardless of the food
“Never waste.”
“Thousands are hungry.”
I ate all
Set in sun what was left.
“You’re free; please fly.”
They don’t go…
Peas to them is best food.
They’re stuck.
They, likes us, are slaves…
To the mouths; underneath…
Let’s accept, though is shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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