From Shell to Plate

They break open the shell
And pour me out
On a hot molten plate
On a pool and they fry

They play with me and hurt me
Ruthless! they hit me
Jab me and slash me
I just lay there and I dry

They sprinkle my wounds
With the powder of pain
It goes right within - the dark spice
A tear in my eye

I'm helpless and deprived
I need my chance to survive
'If I had the wings'
I would fly

- Karan Checker