Unsought destiny

I think of the days 
we had spent together
in the penthouse from
where we had touched the
sparrow's feathers.

HE, the devil had 
parted us by force
our life was no more
the way we chose.

One of you was
butchered thrashed 
and crushed
while the other was
heated alive till dead.

Now I will have to 
grow again
and watch my residents
suffer in pain.

They would be crushed
like you to form the flour
and would be heated till
they pop out of the door.

We are destined
to be torn
for we are just 
meek sweet corns.