Write about a holiday meal from the point of view of the turkey.
Some Food for Thought
I only exist to die.
It's weird that so many humans think that's normal and okay.
They literally enslaved my kind--
Made them grow fat,
So they could slaughter them and sell them
To people who wanted to stuff themselves.
Sure, they could easily satisfy their hungers other ways
With breads, or potatoes, or greens,
Or literally anything else.
But the holiday demands me.
Well, not me exactly...
And all my friends' corpses as well.
Millions of lives for one holiday.
Not human lives, no.
But in what way is a human life
Worth more than a bird's?
Some food for thought.