Inhumanity

Crouched down low
In the stygian darkness

All powerful
Misshapen limbs
Reach out in
Fear and hunger

Wide eyes see
One answer

Consume

Consume everything

Ichors flow from open wounds
As one by one by one
Children are devoured
Eaten up by hours
Sweatshop toil

Products
Goods
All stamped with tiny fingers
“Machine Made”
Says a lot

Inhuman?
Perhaps…
But not to a cannibal

This poem was inspired by Goya’s painting “Coronus Devouring His Children”

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