A chick

A chick seen as simple

but actually

He be very complex

and so far from free

the day he was born

is the day he must die

crushed in the teeth

gruel,

mean we sigh

he will never lay eggs

his death sentence prescribed

the conveyor of death

its not suicide

its egg corporations

deciding his fate

true suffocation

at an alarming rate

Easter is coming

Chicks we can hear

chocolate manufacturers

use them

the cheer

is out little chickens

Chirping away

as they ride to their deaths

And the egg eaters pay

to keep it all going

the conveyor to Hell

the children sound happy

under the spell

of their corporate masters

the big crush is on

into the waste bags

you got it  they’ve gone