Written By David E. Young , 2011
  What I wouldn’t give for a piece of fruit;
Fresh, canned or dried; or maybe arrowroot.
A single one a day; is that too much to ask?
Could they pull it off if it was their task?
A magazine I read says it’s good for you.
The one that has a scar is sweet and healthy too.
But (not to gossip) friend, I need to let you know
This prison underfeeds us, and fruit was first to go.
I know that we aren’t equals, but still, just the same,
We aren’t slaves either; nor trash that you could name.
They cruise on by the rules, ignoring all our rights
As a sign of pow’r to try to cause some fights.
So, to drop morale, they took our fruit away.
Out health is far too dear; but that’s the price we pay.
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