The Canvassers
When they wanted us
In the mildest of gaits
They came to us
With what we had not as baits
We settled on bags of rice and salt
Purchasing for our faces insult
For their baits we swllowed
And in their nets we wallowed
When for food we cast into a bin
Our voice or choice
Our all-important being
Worths not more than toys
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