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Human Consumption
Fluff your feathers, young bird.
Fly away.
You indeed have a life,
no matter that your mother
is dead.
Human consumption overtook her land so
flee!
You have no rights.
I, homo sapien, am god.
All land is mine,
your feathers are mine,
and the sticks you used to build your home.
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