I don’t mine
Work,
I mine that
it’s not my
Mine.
I share its
Fruit with
an entity
Not mindful
of existence.
I don’t matter.
I can be
Killed for sport and
Hatred,
A target.
I’m prey and
and cog,
legalized
Slave.
I’m only
seen when as
an opportunity
to be hunted
then shot….
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