June 16, 2019Poem

I am crated and shipped

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I am crated and shipped

Humiliated and whipped

Locked in a room

To be viewed

Tortured for fun

I am stripped naked

Fed scraps

Confined

The meaning of freedom

Redefined

To enclose me

In a cage

Of my own making

Victim blaming

Is all the rage

As falsehoods

Are worn as a badge

Of honour

We all belong

To one clan or another

Blessed are the peacemakers

Money-changers

Are the deal breakers

When the tables turn

They turn for you

The slavers still exist

If the cap still fits

Wear it

Manage your loss

Strive for dignity

In a straightjacket

If you can but try

Before you die

You will be

Objectified

Vilified

Crucified

Sanctified

Until you are glorified

Strange are the ways

Of progress

A tortuous process

Of evolution

Disguised as revolution

What of restitution

When humiliation

Is an institution

Available

For viewing

On a laptop

In high definition

Slavery still exists

The evil that we do

Persists

Animals have rights

The placard insists

I carry some guilt

As I am not vegan

But I am human

I survive

To keep my dream alive

I carry the stain

From a kiss on the cheek

The last to speak

Am I to blame

When I too

Am a victim of the insane

Things we men do

To each other

Mother

Sister

Father

Brother.

B.L.M.