A chicken for Christmas

Imagine the torture
Imagine the pain
Imagine the scourge
And never again
Run of the green grass
And, forage free
Trapped in a cage
In a vile battery
Hearing the clatter
Hearing the screams
Eggs being stolen
The end of our dreams
The stench of ammonia
The stink of the poo
Our feet torn a’sunder
For some one like you
Who needs a fine feather
Who wants a fried wing
Who wants a wish bone
A selfish thing
Wanting to waste us
Wanting to see
Our neck twisted sideways
Yes violently