For whom, I ask, defends the vegetable?
While worms win rights with lobbyists and terms;
From garden plot to torture table led,
What rights has he, if none but to conform?
All life should fear such blind hypocrisy—
“One life, one vote!” the weeping carrot cries;
Yet justice fails in full democracy,
Where tyrannies of numbers there apply.
In sunless rows they wait their earthly doom,
Untimely ripped from roots—his cries disdained;
Oft singled out because his skin is orange,
Then rudely pared by knives and fully maimed.
Fight on brave root! Stop culinary blight—
The pure elite will serve you well tonight!

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