Ranging freely doubt it!

Those idyllic green fields
They must be somewhere
Where the chickens come to roost
The wide spaces they share
This is the utopia paradise where they
Where all the free rangers go
Their free range eggs to lay

If the door is opened
Just 5 minutes every day
That is called free ranging
Yea so much dismay
The liars they are at it
But economically
They get away with murder
Their freedom do not see

Hardly any feathers left
Perhaps just one good leg
De beaked and packed like sardines
Thats a free range egg
Thats the way they live their lives
On a foot square piece of ground
With a door thats opened for five minutes
I know it should astound

All of us for being fooled
Into buying free range, they
Are much the same as any chicken
Being farmed today
Cruelty is everywhere
The commercial world is crap
The corporates are in it for the money
Whose the sap?

The chicken
Is it the farmer
Or possibly is it you
The chicken thought it was free range
All that was overdue
It was in a very cramped up staging
It also couldn’t turn
And as for seeing a bright blue sky
That something it had to learn

It was inside almost all the time
Trodden on by the rest
Not fed enough clean water
And the food was far from the best
The consumer well they paid a price
A lot more than those who
Just went and bought the battery hens
I know friends that is true

But reality shows all of us
The free range chicken seems
Not to get the life we imagined
Not the life from those chickens dreams
She had to sit on a wire floor
Be de beaked and suffer too
Free ranging on gods green sweet earth
Was not the thing to do

They are not what they were cracked up to be
The economic game
Was played out by the producer
You got it yea the same
Game as corporates play here
That is what they claim

The idyllic fields
The wispy willow
The beds of flowers and corn
With myriad fowl a pecking
As soon as they are born
Under a blazing hot sun
With not a hint of breeze
The feathered army peck their way
Underneath the trees

For Just a moment in the sunlight
Constitutes a way
Of getting through the maze of cages
Away from judgement day
Fighting with a rampant cock
Who might be at the door
Ready to belt the life out of you
Something you won’t ignore

There are certain standards
But its all to do with these
Inspections whether or not they happen
And whether they pay their fees
To get their registration
Or not it seems to me
Free range and or organic
Is how it ought to be

But the same death comes to all of them
Who ever pays their dues
Free range battery caged up
Its all one great bug ruse

It evokes a picturesque landscape
Perhaps a white stick fence
Blossoms growing everywhere
This of course makes sense
But reality paints a different story
A bare and ugly yard gravel thrown on top of it
The odd wild dog on guard
Out there in the open for a few seconds they
Suffer yea they suffer in lots of real dismay

A blade cuts through their poor old neck
And they drain out in a cone
Spluttering for all they are worth
No they don’t die alone
Hundreds die beside them all grades
It matters not
This free range total rubbish
For the price is utter rot