Purgatory chicken

Abused beyond imagination
Neglected all your days
A beautiful and gentle soul
With soft familial ways
Creating a dilemma
A wire cage that will harm
A tiny space so cramped
and vile
Insufficient
To reconcile
Need and comfort an
Appropriate place
That allowed a soul
An adequate space
Good food clean water
And a duty of care
Instead discord and upset
There

Overcrowding and neglect
Cruelty one must expect
Purgatory day on day
Disharmony and so much dismay
Monotony, a prison cell
So confined it felt like hell
Not thought out
And left to be
Frightened really constantly
Artificiality industrIal depravity
An inferior and defective time
Wanting lacking, and the grime
And odour, it was anarchy
Bedlam And just purgatory

Friends were sickly
Some were dying
Pulling out feathers
No denying
The state of affairs
Was mentally
Depressing anyone could see

Littering we were never clean
Rumpus and ruction there had been
Everyday in such a mess
Filthy and dirty I have to stress
Cannibalism it all was there
Every hour of every day
Those living still aware

Exudation And suppuration
Evacuation and elimination
Blood and excreta
Slobber and snot
No where to go
So we get the lot

Staining our bodies
Making us feel
Suicidal
And for real
Deprived of life
Martyrs all
Our signed death warrant
On our wall

Insensitivity everywhere
The human beings
Do not care
They did not feel
How could they, we
Just existed in a purgatory
But of their making
Females we
Suffered so much adversity
Cold and callous inured they
Ignored it all
And every day

We got dirtier and the smell
Piss and poo our cage was HELL
Bruised and pecked to kingdom come
Scraped and shaved we all were numb
Tormented so
Crick and cramp
Really sore in all that damp
Gripe and throb and grate and gnaw
We were victims of their war

Fetid and foul smelling
The ammonia so strong
We were all but choking
of course all that is wrong
But a chicken meant for eating
Needs some good wholesome air
And food and of course water
But mostly it wasn’t there

We were going to be eaten
Our flesh needed to be
Wholesome at the end of it
Instead we were straggly
Many of us limping
Our poor legs just too weak
To hold our heavy bodies up
Not some thing we would seek

No sunlight and no fresh air
Poorly lit all day
Unilluminated, half dark
You could say
You needed not to think at all
And for one who has ideas
What you get is anxiety
And loads and loads of tears

The forgetfulness is criminal
The carelessness is too
They manhandle us and do not care
What injuries they do
All of them have unseeing eyes
And hearts clearly of wood
Totally oblivious
To treating as as good

We have hearts and minds
We have feeling
We were never experiments
42 days of life on earth
It really makes no sense
To be cruel to us
What monster would have the nerve to be
Unkind and discriminatory
Every time they see

The evidence is everywhere
The stench you wouldn’t believe
And we are going to be eaten
By your children to achieve
Such food the very least you would do
Is give a modicum of care
Instead of creating HELL on earth
And being unaware

And now halal the Muslim way
Throats slit just like that
No stunning we have certainty
We now know where we are at
Neglected and tortured all our days
and murdered in cold blood
No respect for life at all
We just create a flood

Of crimson plucked and ready
To be eaten we presume
40 days of total living hell
Just doom and gloom

And then it’s loads of ketchup
Sugar and colouring we
Realise what our fate is
And yours too actually

The problem is when we are sat on the supermarket dish
Or chopped up in a some pie nobody realises how we got there
And how sad we all were