Crabs
so
imagine a world where
we’re walking around
in a place all our own
a space we carved out in this wilderness
just for us
and
because our bodies are in such high demand
we are captured by force
in nets in cages in snares in traps
sometimes we are used as bait to catch the others
and
we are thrown into darkness
to be taken ever so far from home
on ships mixed with some we know
some we do not
but all we have to hold on to is each other
and
some of us will not survive
some of us will be thrown overboard
some of us will jump overboard
some of us will fight back
those of us that remain will be bound
and
in this new place
after being weighed measured and inspected
we are separated and scattered
to meet uncertain fates
the cycle continues for hundreds of years
creating generational wealth for the captors
while the descendants of the captured
continue to press on
so
imagine a world like that
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All we can do is work together and do our best to break this crabby cycle
I love the comparison. I have never thought of crabs in this way, but when I see one again, I will, thanks to your poem!
Compelling
Great metaphor.