To Eat or Be Eaten

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In a place wherein foxes were dressed in white cloaks,

They groomed their fur at the sudden halt of midnight

Because a trust was an onerous crown to be donned

Who could possibly see them there if it wasn't gleaming?

Perched on thrones, their gazes starving for more,

They tried to safely store across seven generations

Rules had been tossed around carelessly,

And life was molded to their will

Though, in the pitch-black darkness,

The wooly grunted

Feeling worn out and miserable

Eaten by the merciless fangs of wolves every day

Just to rise again the next day

They were not brought back by wizardry

Rather, they had no choice but to drag detached shoes in order to survive

Dread and starvation imprinted unclear marks on the cloths on their backs,

While sweat tarnished them.

They limped to nowhere, uncaring of everything,

Unsure of when they were going to break and tumble

The once-bright goddess of justice has vanished

Like constellations in the dimness

Justice was an illusion flashing in the searing glare of the desert sun

Desiring for an acceptable life seems insurmountable

Much like emptying the seas

As if the only options available to humans were two

Eat or be eaten.

Selly Fitriyani Wahyu (Rere)