Kelly bronze

Supposedly the ultimate Turkey
The one the top chefs choose
The likes of Jamie Oliver
Transparency good news
That appears the story
They put around, but we
Have watched a detailed video
Which proves it’s not to be

Or taken with a pinch of salt
Outside the free range barn
The turkeys stand knee deep in shit
And mud that is the yarn
I put before you people
Limping injured birds
Blue bins full of corpses
No idyll, we are lost for words

The turkeys are gassed
These pretty birds
Manhandled horribly
Stuffed into crates far far too small
For so many brutality
Apparently staff members some live on the site
The birds are being handled badly
And all this can’t be right

Kelly talks up transparency
The big names follow suit
But the turkeys they have feeling
Honest the pursuit
of getting them
Out for Christmas
In a rough and tumble way
Illegally kicking and hurting them
Making the angels pay

Some are sadly flailing necks broken
Clumsily
In front of supervisors
Heavy handedly
Still alive some of them
Thrown over fences
they
Imagine how they are feeling
It’s really not okay

Joey collected a laggard bird
Hidden behind a shed
He rescued it from manhandling
Otherwise it would be dead
Co2 the gas they use
Many it takes a while
Some are still alive in fact
Trying to reconcile

The
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And the reality
These birds indeed feel pain
Imagine the fear imagine each tear
It happens again and again
Fighting to breathe the oxygen
It’s upsetting to comprehend
The killing fields are dreadful
They drive me around the bend

Dear creatures being commodified
Dressed up to the tees
The public told how good they are
Can you feel it in your knees
Shaking watching all of this unsavoury frightening stuff
Put about as prime and good
Really we have seen enough

Full marks to Joey Carbstrong
His camera’s everywhere
Picking up the secrets covered in despair
If these are the best turkeys
Goodness knows the ones
Nobody ever talks about
God help us all