The disrespect from the human unkind

Manhandling Turkeys for whatever reason
The industry responds with its the silly season
But turkeys are honourable kindly old souls
Really bent double with all kinds of roles
Truthfully hopelessness isn’t their thing
As to affection they honestly bring
The purest quality distinct from pain
The impropriety and the disdain

Flat crates are used to transport these birds
And for this bard to witness this
He finds his words
Harder to come by
But vulgarity soon comes to mind
As does impurity

They are slung forth in a damaging way
Into these crates yes how they must pay
This is their torture this is their fight
This is the way as we switch off their light
The disrespect of the human clan
Towards their poise and their true breeding plan

The tasteless behaviour well grossly, so
Professional handlers who kind of now show
Their clumsiness and their repellant and shocking display
Carried out for the cameras me thinks on this day
The birds are disfigured, we feel as they do
Unlike the handlers clueless right through

This is the limit
Nothing will wash
Being shown to be weak
And under their cosh