Lilydale’s chicken British Columbia CANADA

Lilydales sanitised chicken
“Lilies growing free on the dales”
With the promise of Nature
Reaching your psyche
But really thats where it
All fails

Its a hellhole of filth and of torture
With Wretchedness at every turn
Wanton distress one darkly mess
Just a glance leaves one with much concern
The hapless and luckless manhandled
Tossed about kicked in the air
Humiliation at every turn
And annus horribilis despair

The morons who work here
Are hostile
Its a sinister miserable place
They beat up they kick and they throw
Birds about
Breaking their legs off
There can be no doubt

That agony follows
Its anarchy here
Every hen for herself
In this great barn of fear
Lawlessness everywhere
Merciless they
Are unforgiving
In every way

Stamped on and punched
Treated like dirt
Suffering heartache
Nobody alert
To the nightmarish ordeal
And The trauma we see
The mortification and the chagrin
There be

Distressed and anxious
Angst-ridden are they
Longsuffering victims
All made to pay
Sexual abuse
Crude acts made real
Gruelling and punishing
Roughly reveal

Intolerable suffering
Unbearably so
Harass and chivvy
And bloodywell throw
Blubbering whimpering
Hideosity
So unprepossessing
And ravaged they be

Onto the slaughter wheels
Many are missed all hung upside down
This torture does consist
Of blades that cut through their necks
But, ofcourse most
Miss altogether
Its obscene to post
Such evil practices
Where most hit the scald
And are just boied alive
Till their corpses are hauled

Into the cutting room
Imagine that death
So very frightened
Exchanging the breath
For the pain and the suffering
Such vulgarity
It really is
Truthfully an obscenity

Packed in their boxes
The lilydale brand
A great celebration
Its soon in the hand
Of someone who chooses
The sanitised pack
The greeness of nature
Minus the flack

Deep fried in oil
With some breadcrumbs and sauce
To become child nutrition
As a matter of course
Smothered in ketchup
The aura of pain
48 days cycle
It is all insane!