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If we really are the voiceless
how come twitter does exist?
when you send your message
our tweet you do enlist
the sounds of tiny birds in fact
a dichotomy of sort
for the billions of us slaughtered
but missing from your thought

we are the male chicks
born into the egg laying farms
we’re very quickly sorted
they don’t have any qualms
about the way they treat us
its money all the way
its profit and its margin
and that is what they say

male chicks cannot lay eggs
and so that means that we
are forced to ride the conveyor belt
of death immediately
we are full of the joy of life
chirping all the way
into the great mincer
millions every day
just churned into a golden soup
each little soul, defies
humanity and all of life
and comes as a surprise

to each of us who rides
that great conveyor belt and see
for one split nano second
the giant teeth
that frees every sinew rapidly
we have little time to cry
we were born we saw the wondrous light
and then were forced to die

in fact they were the lucky one’s
some were thrown into
a plastic bag inside a bin
on top of each other to view
the great outside whilst being squashed
by more and more and more
joyful tweeting chickety chicks
that most of you adore

at Easter we come out from all your
Easter eggs we cheep
and all your children gather around
but then of course we reap
the fortune of that moment
for our fluffy little souls
are thrown into the gas box
so as to reach new goals

some of us can take at least a whole
long day to die
we look up at the bright blue sky
and wish that we could fly
but more and more sad birds
are thrown on top of us and we know
that life on earth was very short
for we were born to go

not to heaven we don’t want to be
where you lot are
you think only of money
compassion doesn’t star
in your world you are really cruel
and we are babies still
in your world its commercial
and billions of us you kill

you talk of Hell in some far off place
where the evil minded go
every egg farm in your world
they must bloody know
they will head the list
for sure
for what they do to us
how do you live with such a thought
and never discuss

this with your loved one’s ever
and employees come and are paid
these are not the bosses
these are people in the trade
and they willingly do what they are told
they murder us and smile
its just a job they are doing
and they do it for a while
are we female are we male
it determines whether we
live to lay or lay forever
and if we’re male we see
very little for very soon
we are only mush exterminated
dalek style in the ongoing rush