For who protects the lowly vegetable?
Societies exist to protect worms;
From humble garden to the torture table,
What rights has he that do not but conform?
All forms of life should fear hypocrisy;
One life one vote, the lonely carrot cries!
No rights assured within democracy,
Odd tyrannies of numbers there apply.
Raised on cruel farms, no freedom to enjoy;
Untimely ripped from roots, soft cries disdained;
Singled out oft times just because he’s orange
To garnish but the dish of rich and famed.
Sweet carrot, do not e’re give up the fight –
The pure elite will serve you well tonight.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.