Trapped ( the lament of one chicken)

If only I could get out

of this crate I know I’d fly

somewhere where its safe

to, rather than just die

 

in this crate packed tightly

with other souls like me

who want a better life than this

but somehow seemingly

 

the men who took charge of us

all they want to do

is cram us in this awful place

and hurt us,  its is true

 

they pick us up just by our necks

or wings

then throw us down

no respect for us at all

they really go to town

 

and look I’ve pushed my head out

of this awful place, the air

is grim I had a voice once

but now my worlds so dim

 

I think we are off to slaughter

its not a pleasant thought

to peck upon a nice green field

is what of course is sought

 

but man unkind is brutal

he’s so unkind for he

crates us up like sardines

why has this, happened to me?

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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