Did I choose this place to be born?

I should have realized shouldn’t I

that this place wouldn’t be

anything but horrific

but then life comes, and we

see our mother trapped

in a gestation crate

she can’t turn around

she’s been lying there

critically sedate

9 months scarred and stinking

for economics rule

and I am  a baby piglet

a male and I must call

out and feel the grubby hands

gnarled with blood and woe

as his hands reach for his pliers

and my little bollocks go

ripped off

its just agony

the torture and the pain

if I ever get the chance

I will not, come here again