Yes I am a chicken

Yes I am a chicken

a Hen and when

i was born I was torn

By the likes of  your men

for hell is their worth

And was where they gave birth

in the stinkiest cage

being there for an age

excrement and piss

Was what they thought was bliss

scrawny and aching

such violence is breaking

my heart and my feet

and my breasts and my eyes

fed on shit they just spit

on us daily  no lie:’s

 

I am a chicken

a featherless scrawn

bloodied and suffering

ever since I’ve been born

life in their vacuum

a featherless Hell

andyou want to eat me

can you taste my smell

maggoty  and rotting

bleeding and shitty

and everyone knows it

and the meat trade

won’t tell

 

not one ounce of pity

from your ugly mugs

how we are treated each day

and eaten by most of you

oh yea you pay

a much cheaper price

in the kebab shops where

mutton and lamb

,also share our despair.

🐓🐏

 

 

 

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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