Why Are We Shunn'd

Muted grit, unfiltered debris.
Morphable glee
Which God gave life,
Then grabb’d a knife.

Spinning wheels, which do thumb the flesh.
To carve, to thresh;
Slim or rotund
Why are we shunn’d?

Naked and shying from man’s plight.
Seen as a blight,
Viewed from afar
Unfair, we are.