Surplus

Baby turkeys
Living, breathing
Specimens of life
Ground up
Mangled and sadly tangled
In the corporates wretched strife

Little hearts
And tiny beaks
Little eyes
And little wings
They are aware of the inhuman rumble
That death
And destruction brings

But why does this have to happen
Turkey eggs are not
Sold now in the market place
So why now have they got
A surplus of babies
That cannot grow to be
Meat why do we slaughter Them
Grind them instantly

Chirping little babies
As happy as can be
Tossed onto the crushing wheels
That murder them for free
Clearly this is infanticide
Of the lowest order, they
Are being smashed to pieces
As the order of the day

Them