“Lower-value human capital”
Breathing, living chattel
Personified cattle
Or fodder for a battle
Human spirit saddled
Some animals are more
equal than others
Conditioned to eat
our brothers
Unaware where the
knife falls next
On necks outstretched,
begging for a bite
Trying to define what is right,
or fair
Some have full bellies, life without a care
Some have nothing to eat but this free air
In a country that has so much to spare
How do we dare, how do we dare?
