This poem attempts to explore how trapped these people are. Not just the migrant farmers, but the bankers, the brokers, everyone. This explores how everyone is trapped in the opportunity of greed and wealth.
I'm not a dog,
I don't have a leash
I don't have a collar
I don't have four legs
I don't eat out of a bowl
And yet when master calls
I answer
When master leaves I worry
worry about my family
my job
my life
When will he be back?
What will he bring me?
Has he gone with another?
Why? Why? Why?
I'm not a dog,
but I still don't understand.
I don't understand where this concept came from.
When did he decide to 'own' me?
Why?
How?
His words are my own,
and I am him
he defines me, and without him
I am nothing: not by choice
But by the naturally occurring order of the universe
Interesting perspective, though I don't quite see the connection to greed, more like the sense of feeling owned. I supposed that could be discussed through the lens of greed, but it could be a clearer connection.
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