Feeding The Chickens Poem by RIC BASTASA

Feeding The Chickens



the grains in your hands
you spread them on the ground

chickens come near you
making you feel like you are the

United States of America
and they are the countries that depend on you

those third world bastards
those colonies, those developing ones
the grains become your bombs
under your keeping
you think you are the only one who has that sole
divine right to keep these grains (yes the bombs)
inside your hands

Holy cow! Who are you? Who are YOU!
(repeat the question 10x)

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Philippines
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