We are like fishes,
Hunting ourselves down for food,
Ripping our kinds of their flesh to make our skin glow.

We are like worms,
Swallowing our smaller kinds to get fat,
We cause ourselves to cry out in agony,
But the voice of our agony sounds like a dumb one.

We find solace in making ourselves suffer,
Getting consolation from whipping our backs.

We spill blood to extract wealth and power
To coerce it on us still,

Being seen as norm,
We watch it become a benchmark,
Now it appears to be irreversible.
© miraa