A live chicken-
Would you cut it?
Would you hold it as it flutters.
Watch it bleed out,
Dip it in boiling water to
Pluck the feathers?
Would you skin it,
Chop it into neat little pieces,
Boil it, spice it,
And enjoy your dinner?
Or would you rather
Have an MNC to outsource
The work to its local
Branches-
To standardize a recipe.
Engineer a taste for
Your tongue before you
Go gaga over the
Illusion of flavor?
So what would you prefer?
The outsourced guilt
From a supply chain to
Supermarket.
Or actual fingers buried
In the blood before it
Lands in your tongue??
A packaged palatability
For your conscience?
A raw Savory for its
Untamed taste??
Our compulsive acts,
Thrust down a system to
Rinse them down with
A language that
Suits our morality-
And because a bullet
Directly in the head
May come with lots of
Moral terpitud-
We shall outsource
The work to remotely
Controlled drones.
And the war crime
That had become
Collateral damages
Shall be game points
Soon-
So Bon appétit to
The hunger spiced
With lobbies.
Happy meals.