We wonder why they hit us,
With that electric badminton bat!
We were those happy souls,
Drinking and singing around at dinner,
When suddenly our host started slapping.

We are the ones fated to digest,
The dirty wine of greed!
Yet they slap and poison us,
For reasons fathoms deep.

We thrive and drive them crazy,
While they say we come in new forms,
When all we do is hardwork,
To free ourselves from hunger.

Our men are humble and feeble,
Purely vegans!
While we are the fated females,
Destined to fill our belly like vampires!

We need to be paid in plenty,
For the sudden service we offer:
Distraction in times of distress!
Still we always wonder why they smash us in ways that's truly deadly!
© Anjali Krishnan