Little chicks

Born the effect of creation
The elation of feathers and squeak
The egg industry knows how it must be
Profit is not hide and seek
Every male chick born is murdered
It’s gaiety chirp we all hear
But the egg industry turns bodies to mash that’s what they do instantly

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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