We took them as dishwashers, we took them as juice extractors, we took them as the bread toasters, we took them as the chefs and the waitresses, we took them as the blenders.
Now, I see why the bitterness, I see why the sadness, I see why the malice, I see why the wrath.
The machines we created from these humans have turned into time bombs waiting to explode and let the monsters come out to play.
Everyone else in the house had a birthday celebration and we acted like they were never born.
Everyone else ate harmoniously on the dining table and they were left to sit on the floor, at the footstool of the table.
Everyone else laid their heads on those comfortable beds in their own rooms but for them, the house kitchen doubled as their workplace by day and bedroom by night.
They are now void of feelings and have a lot more power over us than we think, over what ingredients go into what we eat at the table. So, just don't forget in whose hands you gave the key for health, sickness, life and death before you engage modern day slavery in your very own household.
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