I worked on a farm,

With my family and brothers,

I would live no other life,

Given my druthers.

I wake to the sunrise,

I work across the green horizon,

My loved ones are near,

As I care for the wizen.

And every night,

As is my tradition,

I watch the sunset from our roof,

From the perfect position.

I could go on forever,

Forever living this way,

Though my peace was disrupted,

On one fateful day.

I was attacked by a man,

Similar in appearance,

So I fought with my fists,

For the moment I was fearless.

He pulled out a club,

And wiped my memory,

Stuffing me in a sack,

As I entered a twisted reverie.

Within seconds of waking,

I’m boarding a ship,

But the mass of this operation,

Makes my insides flip.

Such horrified faces,

Of terror and confusion,

It couldn’t be real,

Could it be a delusion?

Regardless, we’re forced on,

Beat into our places,

As the travel days were brutal,

With that same terror on our faces.

A man pressed to my left,

A child pressed to my right,

I think it goes without saying,

Space was tight.

So I closed my eyes,

And thought of my home,

My life before terror,

Before I was alone.

A sudden CRACK!

I was struck in the scull,

Awakened for feeding,

Like an animal.