A pig enters our world with thoughts of leaving it quickly

In the pink
I should be
I’m a baby
but sadly
that is where it ends
I find myself born in a factory farm
on a green shuttered floor
without friends
my mother, poor soul
lies
smothered in flies
maggots were just everywhere
there was no space
the great human race
saw to that
and their despair
of rolling on us
was apparent
she crushed some of us
as for me
I fell on the floor
and I’m feeling so sore
for nobody really loves me
the men shout and scream
their expletives
they kicked me just
like some football
I am a baby
and now I am aching
and bloodied
just how can this be?
there is nothing here for me
though I ask myself why?
can I go off to somewhere
fly off in the sky
find a soft cushion
where I can just lie
curl up forget everything
and just die