I watched a tiny spider
bite a moth that dwarfed its size
compelled by it’s ferocious hunger pangs
but she didn’t know beside her
lurked another whose surprise
was quicker feet and slightly sharper fangs.
I witness fellow beings
that prey on those they dwarf
for nothing more than monetary gain
ashamed by what I’m seeing
I feel my conscience morph
demanding I defend the ones in pain.
Are You Reading Me?
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