The life of a blender
A tale to the seeds
The hate of the victims
The power of its spinning blades
The ghost of the fruits
The overwhelming qualities that differentiates them
It’s neither ugly nor is it pretty…
No discrimination, equality is all it wants
The pain it inflicts
Always on its fastest speed
Slicing through everything that comes it way
Even the sweetness of a banana is not enough to slow it down
Neither is the sourness of a lime enough to make it shiver
It seems like the enemy to them, but what do they know?
The blades on a mission…
The blender, its amour…
And the fruits are just victims without a vision
The vision of a blender, the mission it’s on
Everything it slices through becomes an atom of itself
So small they all become one to find their way out of the grasp of a blender.