Life often feels like a series of events we can't control, leaving us with very few choices. It feels like we’re forced to decide between two extremes: do we stay silent and surrender like the chicken, or do we grow into the very monster we once feared?
A valid clarification and a lot of symbolism. I just realized from your opinion that it's true we'd be at one of the two extremes. Generally on the side of the chickens.
Have a wonderful day and keep up the good work with words.
Thank you!