Broilers live in vast sheds
brutalized and soulless
thousands crammed together
in a breathing mess
look down across the multitudes
a living breathing brawn
to form an almost writhing mass
a sick pulsating spawn
everywhere are living corpses
unable to move their legs
their bodies far too heavy
they represent the dregs
to all intent and purposes
reality appears
to cripple every part of them
reducing them to tears
and so their internal organs
can’t stand the pressure, they
collapse inside their bodies
and some just rot away
this is not a humane sight
we have designed a hell
we’ve pulverized the system
its all about “what we sell”
its all about the profit
the margins we can make
the chicken is the commodity
and of course she’s going to break
sanitation and cruelty is there for
all to see
the smell it drive you half insane
by its very gravity
to plan this vile explosion
of bodies as we do
that leads to cannibalism
and what is a living stew
you will never understand
what spreads before you on the floor
a writhing mass of feathers
of blood snot and pure gore
its heaving here is life
in all its vile and awful state
and we designed this horror
its a wickedness of state
a principle of evil
and what is to be their fate
to live in such vile squalor
death must truly wait
to escape from all this ugliness
and dire depravity
to clamber through the maggots
and find a place to be
ahead of what is out there
away from what we know
where even light is unable
to reach the deep below
to see it and to breathe it
and to feel it is to be
consigned to hell on earth
a sort of re birth instantly
you cannot wait to leave the place
you falter as you run
the air is blue with urine
you can’t wait to feel the sun
warm your sad exterior
as tears begin to flow
you might just sit down
on a bench
for what you saw you know
how sad how sick how squalid
the broiler sheds become
and to go and order chicken
in a restaurant
I doubt that chum
it may take perhaps for ever
you may never again try
the flesh of those poor earthlings
who in that vast shed lie
and it will never leave you
that nightmare it was real
and I have seen it with my own eyes
and I know, how you feel
I have been vegan 44 years now
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.