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?