"Rabbits" as Experiments.
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"Rabbits" as an Experiment. Rabbits But not rabbits And not animals. Rabbits But not animals And instead humans. Rabbits But very real, not rabbits But very real, not animals But very real, that reality is humans As rabbits. Humans, Used as "rabbits" for experiments But that is the real goal Making humans the test subjects And making humans the primary targets To paralyze And then busy treating. Rabbits But very real, not rabbits But very real, not animals But very real, that reality is humans As genetically engineered rabbits As a source of engineered power As a lucrative business market. Rabbits But very real, not rabbits But very real, not animals But very real, that the reality is humans As targets for deception As a place for the misappropriation of science As a sign of moral decline. It's an old story An old song repeated An old arrogance that still hasn't felt the deterrent effect It's a shameful and classic theory It will continue with a different cover. Disgusting treatment will certainly be repeated When masks and preventative medicine become mega projects Behind the emergence of actors who seem to care about humanity Among fake support campaigns labeled health But only for economic escalation Even for the sake of a special mission and greedy ambition And willing to sacrifice many innocent lives. This illusion is very annoying But it's not meant to corner anyone Not aimed at anyone Just an instinctive art about the meaning of a rabbit Becoming a poem.
The poem reads like someone trying to put words to a feeling that’s been bothering them for a long time. The repetition rabbits but not rabbits sounds almost like the writer is circling the idea, trying to get closer without losing their nerve. What comes through is a very human discomfort with the way people can be treated as objects when power, money, or ambition take over. The poem isn’t making a literal claim; it’s wrestling with the fear of being reduced, used, or overlooked. There’s a tiredness in the lines about old stories repeating themselves, as if the speaker has seen this pattern too many times to be surprised anymore. And yet, the tone isn’t accusatory it feels more like someone thinking out loud, trying to understand why this image of humans as “rabbits” feels so unsettling. The ending softens everything: the writer admits this is just an instinctive attempt to turn a troubling idea into a poem, not a judgment on anyone. It’s messy, uneasy, and very human.
It's a brutal world sometimes and often, needlessly. Great poem.