I am their voice

I do not eat my friends

You eat my friends

I can see their ends

Sometimes... people stab my friends

they feed my friends to their friends

I can see their ends

They torture my friends to save their friends

They keep my friends locked away from their friends

i can see their ends

People take the bodies of my friends

they eat them in front of me

I can see their ends

Humans hurt my friends

humans tell me to get over it and eat my friends

I can see THEIR ends.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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