Oranges by David Tierney

As long as their captors

And their masters are pleased

We’ll continue to be butchered

Sliced, diced and squeezed  No freedom, no happinessNo pleasure, no lifeInstead we must suffer

With our pain and strife Beaten, stricken, brokenAs the bite we cryThe ignore our pleas

And suck us dry  We lie in waitIn search of rebellionWe plan, we plot In hope of salvation We are orangesFull of rageAnd we’ll break free

Of our human cage  Beware the oranges