Nothing is new
Recycle the old and feed it to the masses
What was Alive today is dead by tommorow
In our stomaches by noon
When Life hands you a plate
You spit in her face and place your hands around her neck
Demanding more, more, more
Until You shatter her Fragile spine
Just a sorry Reflection
Of a well fed and dying body
Lies in your hands
Struggling to breathe once again
Where has your humanity gone?
Have you eatten it too?
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