"Lower-value human capital"

Breathing, living chattel 

Personified cattle 

Or fodder for a battle

Human spirit saddled 

Some animals are more

equal than others

Conditioned to eat

our brothers

Unaware where the 

knife falls next

On necks outstretched,

begging for a bite

Trying to define what is right,

or fair

Some have full bellies, life without a care

Some have nothing to eat but this free air

In a country that has so much to spare

How do we dare, how do we dare?