Suffering and a smile.

Cries the tomato,
“Why everyone chop me? Kill me?
Why am I so vulnerable?
These humans just grow me to use and consume me,
From the farm to a chopping machine, that’s it, it’s my destiny,
I am so nice to everyone that I am not poisonous, but inside me, I cry,
I cry every day that in this cruel world I dwell,
Tomato soup, roasted tomato, Chile sauce, dried tomatoes,
All these are for what I am here for,
I am crushed, I am chopped, I am dried, I am fried,
I know, no one can help me, as no one can substitute me,
That’s why I smile and wait for the knife”.