Cucumber – Escape From Packing Industry
The escape of the cucumber
Don’t judge me
I’m loaded
In defense
I stay guarded
There’s war in the horizon
A harvesting spree
An escapee, charged with treason
I just long to be free
These vines will shackle no more
I was born independent
Not a body wrapped in plastic, your
Salad’s green content
Beware the industry
Reaping the rewards
Of earth’s artistry
A guard is running towards
Me, clingfilm in hand
I’ve escaped the belt conveyor
Away from moneyland
To inspire every cucumber
That ambitions are not bland
Poem and Drawing by S. Rasa Rasika.
