Foie gras disease torment and murder

This farm is non existent
A nullity a blank
Consciousness was never ever there
And to be frank
Negatives the uninvented
It was called a farm
Where beauTiful ducks
Were caged and left
In the most vilest or harm

In South West France
A property
Broken sheds at play
A stench of death
That curled into ones nostrils
Right Away
Before the eyes could peer upon
The ugliness and shame
The olfactory senses all shut down
And would never feel the same

A darkness was apparent
On entering the place
Intrusive and inappropriate
A blood curdling disgrace
Each soul had lost its identity
Smothered in rotten poo
Disharmony and discord
What could observers do

Throw up, sink onto one’s knees
The challenges ahead
Dismemberment and entropy
So many angels dead
Their one time ivory wings
Were putrid though life
Apparently
Was fighting all this evil
This rotting symphony

The whole shed a corruption
Of gangrenous mortify
Once wonderful the purest ducks
Begging us to try
And rescue them just dare to go
Into the chaotic spaces
Slovenly they stood their ground
But you should have seen their faces

An assemblage of evil
A regiment so rank
A multitude of misery
Of fragility so frank
Of the great undying
Like geriatrics waiting
The death knell sounding in their ears
But in their hearts such grating

Entrenched in pools of utterance
Perpetuated by
Negligence and dark abuse
The weakest left to die
And rot encouraging maggots
Vast carpets of them there
Gobbling up the sickened flesh
The cause man made despair

Crippled and disabled
Limbless Legless hordes
Receiving their undoing
Silencing affords
Pulverising spirits
A massacre of minds
They all looked like the walking dead
Lines and lines and lines

Brutality was obvious
Paralysis torpor
Total immobility
Passively unsure
Totally apathetic
Ankle deep in ooze
An infernal yawning
Devoid of any clues

As to why the human being
Would leave another to
A rock bottom existence
Where maggots come and do
Their business and where rats
The size of cats engorge
And growing fatter
Face their own deformity
As if it didn’t matter

Everywhere dead bodies
And nobody to clear
In the aisles just piles and piles
The human race is drear
Who dares to leave his charges
Such a cold and callous way
A Mesmerising stupor
Where everyone does pay

And these are ducks
Wide water birds
Caged and left to rot
At the edge of murkiness
The gloaming shadows got
An ugly psychodrama
Played out on the spot

A knee jerk response
To strangle any farmer there
Guilty of such terror
Such frivolous despair
Such recklessness
Such thoughtlessness
The evidence is there
A hell hole there may not be words
To describe and try to share

And this about foie gras
The most rotten of fOod
Cruelty and certainty
Of dying by the sword
Of tearing through an aching throat
After force feeding until
The liver grows larger
And penetrates the lungs
It’s form to spill

So irrational and incongruous
Warped and twisted they
Create this incredulity
And so the ducks then pay
Terribly such agony
And no one cares a jolt
The scoffed of this vile disease
What is the result

A heart attack quite possibly
All this awful fat
The karmic debt the interest
That is where it’s sat
The so called greedy individual
Scoffing it at night
Recalling the vile lament
And then losing his sight

The knowledge of this ugliness
Woeful to the extreme
Creating a soreness
That no one can redeem
Force fed with the metal pipes
Unruly men don’t care
They thrust them into the ducks throats
Which is enough to scare

The living daylights out of them
And then the heaving sores
That build inside their poor old throats
Again the world ignores
The continual torture
They get it day in day out
Their ignorance is champion
That’s without a doubt

Having read this treatise
Who on earth would dare
To consider ever eating
This terrible
Stuff and share
The misjudgement and the falsehood
And The inexactitude
What is their cretinism
All nothing less than crude

Inspired by a post of Macdonald Nicola
My favourite foie gras warrior
On face book She ever. Gives up. Fight
To st this utter madness and I commend her for her diligence