Scavengers

Neither Hunters, nor Gatherers be,
In spite of agriculture and husbandry
Despite the intelligence that we proclaim
We are Scavengers all the same
We cling to the dry teat of earthly mother
And feed off the remains of sister and brother
We exploit weakness and then we attack
We plunge our knives deep in the back
And in almost every single case
We hide in the shadows and don’t show our face
Then quicker than reflex and knee jerk
Someone else profits from our hard work
Ensnared in social pitfalls and traps
We are left to fight over leftovers and scraps

 

T J Therien

 

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