Livestock Poem by Raj Dronamraju

As I live and breathe
In field and factory
And other places where thought is not required

This was a peaceful instance
Where no one asked anything of you
And the continual pressure of the foot gently pressed down on your head is for once relaxed

In groups, they eat and stare at the sun
But are also alone
Separated by choice and by force, by predictable action and unknown compulsion

If you just did what you were told
You would run in circles that held activity but no meaning
No use to fenced in lucidity

Best to trim oxygen as a herd
Bovine in the apartment and the office
Suffering a lot but never actually knowing it