Human Farm (The American Dream)

Sun, 04/23/2017 - 01:19 -- Neftee

Farm these bodys, and harvest these men!
We are a nation of tax producing hens.
Free in this pen, the field hides our fence.
The illusion of choice makes us feel human.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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