My wriggly red body first feels the cold-
As I fall to the floor, there is no soft landing,
And the stench in the air, beyond my understanding-
My first moments on earth seem somehow all wrong…
Where’s mama’s nuzzle? What’s taking so long?
Finally my mouth finds the liquid I crave,
With no sign of a nuzzle, I try to be brave-
My tiny frame quivers, from fear and from cold
Until finally sleep saves me, this naïve one-day-old.
When my eyes finally open, and I see this awful place,
I will see my mama’s misery, the sadness in her face-
The reason she can’t touch me - rusted bars that enslave,
The waste on the floor of this huge sunless cave.
Soon I will feel the suffering that billions have to know-
Corporate greed surrounds me, as I begin to grow.