Satanic sex and the parent breeding shed

Cockerels and hens
Not a boudoir of peace
Dishevelled and broken
Upon their release
Combs bent and injured
Bottoms all red
The hens being worked
You can see being bled

Over and over again
More and more
Intimidation it’s just like a war
Of massive attrition
Challenged each hour
By Randy old cockerels
Exerting their power

So so
much spitefulness
These hens in pain
Bleeding from orifices
Again and again
It’s rape after rape
Mercilessly
Cold blooded attacks
On females we see

All the worst intentions
Some limping away
Feeling the rancour
Ten times a day
Ferocious brutalityOn these poor birds
Watching and hearing
I am lost for words

Trays full of eggs
These chickens will be
Slaughtered at Dawn
And be sold rapidly
Dressed up in packets
Labels to impress
And roasted for families
Satanic stress

Enraged deep inside
Impatient as hell
Ammonia rich it’s like
Somewhere in hell
Threatened and beaten
Wrongdoers free
No where to hide
Just relentlessly
Mounted and shafted
With intolerant force
Callous and brutal
Rogue players at source

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