The world is not your oyster
its flesh wasn’t made for you
to greedily slide into your mouth
and mindlessly consume
that girl is not your chattel
her form wasn’t made for you
to thrust yourself inside her skin
and violently abuse
those folk are not your servants
their homes were not made for you
to conquer with cold laws and guns
and silence their world views
that land is not your birthright
those woods were not made for you
to plunder with your steel machines
and utterly denude
the world is not your oyster
to mindlessly consume
in your castle built on bodies
of those fallen under you
the world is not your oyster
and as your fragile ego quakes
and the ocean drowns our people
we all pay for your mistakes
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