A seed, some soil, the skill
The will and willing
A hook, a line, some bait
And world revolves
The rising and the effort
These things telling
Of evolved and elements
With basics solved
A pestilence, a shark
The challenge waiting
Some ingenuity, against the odds,
And life goes on
Then cultivators, trailing nets
The size of mammon,
Defeat survival
This phenomenon
A scourge upon all husbandry
And basics
Though sources rich
The system undermines
So what is grown, is caught
Is earned for living
Becomes not yours or ours
But is assigned
Till effort, willing, rising
Is diminished
Impotent deviations
Futile highs
An abstract of all life
The givers, taken,
Conceptual norms
Becoming life despised
A mere idea defeating
What is normal
A notion of all functions
In control
Of beneficiaries
In a shameful structure
Begs the question
What, exactly, is our role?
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