BLATANT FEED

Why you steam
Your rice
And bake
Your bread

I am
Not hungry
Of your
Blatant feed

Why you
Break twigs
Attached in green

Pour not
Your guilt, on
Freedom mine

My eyes
Feed longer
Than your mouth

Canonize not
Your deed
In manner overt

A face pale
Will churn
Your cell

Flare not
My memory, in
Compassion keep

Steam not
Your rice and
Bake your bread