A Quarter Year Of Feed Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea

A Quarter Year Of Feed



Born by the 'fortunate' slaves,
We live a life of luxury.
Yet only the worst of disasters
May prolong our three months of ignorance.

Thursday, October 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,death,life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The life of a farm pig.
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