Farmed animals are victims
Every single one
Living without protection
Their rights of life undone
By corporate philosophy
Profit and loss and more
Destruction of their way of life
So humans can earn more
Changing godly patterns
To profit based ones they
Die before their time is up
Their policy dismay
Basing life of profit
Not a prophet anywhere
Babies killed reality chilled
Creating real despair
Altering feeding patterns
A margin based affair
Murdering the unfortunates
The male chicks such despair
Egg producers realise male chicks
Have no worth
They cannot lay
And so they slay
Each chick upon this earth
Conveyed to the crusher
Soup each one becomes
A sort of feathery slurry
It beats doing your sums
The tiny Easter chick lets
Just out of their shell
Hear their glorious tweeting
As they enter man made hell