Not all of our injuries
Look like a big deal.
Not all of our wounds
Will ever fully heal.
Not all the pain we have
Is something we can feel.
But that doesn’t mean
It’s any less real.
Sometimes, all we get
Is whatever we can steal.
Sometimes it’s a moment,
Sometimes it’s a meal.
I’ll run on broken feet
Before I’m forced to kneel.
Others do it willingly
I don’t see the appeal.
I want to halt and hold
The hamsters on the wheel.
I’m tired of watching pigs
Feast and fart and squeal.
We call it work instead of play
Because there is no zeal.
I want to suck the juice
Instead I chew the peel.