Once upon a history, the chickens ran free in the fields. Today, they are confined within the parameters of artificial boundaries, of wooden barns. The farmers depend heavily on the chickens for eggs, profiting off such 'intensive' labor of production due to absolute demand. And so the chickens eventually exhaust themselves...and sought for freedom. Exchanging false promises with farmers, they were 'liberated', to a wide open space under the sun, but still entrapped within the parameters of wooden fences.
Think neocolonialism.
Are you the farmer or the chicken?
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