The frustration of it all.
The jealousy.
The shame.
The rage.
Look at what you’ve done.
And then look at what they did with it.
You did this to them.
And for what?
You forced them to climb
closer to the sun
like that isn’t exactly where they come from
and even with the odds they were up against
they just wouldn’t stop climbing.
Just barrel crabs.
Finally at the top
of the hill you chose
to die on
or how does assimilation sound?