A Sad Life

A Sad Life

How sad
I born a tree
Men cut, hack, destroy me
For providing shade, shelter, fruit
How sad.

How sad
I born a fish
I should be in water
Found in nets, baskets, boxes, meals
How sad.

How sad
I born a deer
I chased, mutilated 
Captured by lions, tigers, men
How sad.

How sad
Born a river
Should have been clean, clear, pure
Now dirty, with plastic floating 
How sad.

How sad
Born a woman
A curse, a miracle 
Wings cut, prisoned, raped, still alive
How sad.
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