The Easter Chick is no more

In this world where production
Creates an induction of process
The ill fated reasoning comes
That male chicks are useless
In the absence of markets
For them theres no future
Only the sums

One loses or makes
Emotional candour
For Those dealing in facts
Why would they pander
To Animal Rights
Its far simpler to say
They have no rights
And for that they must pay

Millions of squeakers
Chicks with attitude
Break out of their shells
The force does exude
Creation is powerful
The male energy shines
The emotional state
There are so many signs

Explaining the reasoning
But corporately
Chicks have no value
And thus cannot be
Male chicks don’t lay
The dictum today
There is nothing ahead
They are already dead

Consigned to the grave
Nobody to save
The corporate wheel
Is not how you feel
Its all about money
The bottom line
The margin the profit
Right down the line

Its very competitive
And wanton regard
For the true economics
Makes everything hard
Decisions are vital
So the sickle does fall
And male chicks are the victims
Unseen by us all

Trillions of heart beats
Are silenced each day
The squeak from the beak
Heralds their dismay
Either sent by conveyor
To the rendering store
And crushed into soup
Which egg eaters ignore

Or thrown into black plastic sacks
And just left
For the hundreds and thousands
To become bereft
In the vital oxygen
That we all must share
If we are to live
If we are to care

This is the policy
This makes most sense
To the bankers those wankers
Emotionally dense
The great boards of psychopaths
Running it all
Their own hearts so wizened
And so off the wall

This is reality
This is today
This is production
The corporate way
The sword of Damocles
Ominously
Cuts through the gristle
Of insanity

The egg board has spoken
Creation must be
On the back seat
Thats the certainty
We are brutal and rough
We maltreat and malign
Ill natured and spiteful
With their heads on the line

The milk of human kindness
Dried up years ago
Our goodness of nature
Phased out as we know
Once we were considerate bountiful souls
That was until corporate controls
Were put into place
And became the rule
The system it weeded out
The bloody fool

A similar fate awaited those, they
They got their marching orders
With nothing to say
There are no samaritans, not anymore
Thats a bible story
From some years before

The uncharitableness a wave of desire
Just pitilessness as the heat of the fire
Grows so barbarity surfaces through
What is the mass murder of innocence, who
Would be so vindictive ghoulish and grim
It really is nothing but a bog standard whim

Accepted by consumers as what must be done
To maintain price structures just stop
No one can run
With this fearful expose
This terror this pain
Only the sophistry of the insane

Its illegality
Misfeasance too
Its cannot be right what the egg companies do
Its something so rotten such a vile disgrace
How could anyone then show their face
The boardrooms are dark the shareholders are dead
For those making the profit it all has been said

Before the bottom line is what its about
Its ethics and honour as such theres no doubt
So the sweet fluffy chicks will chirp all the day
All the night in their big plastic bags its the way
Snuffed out of existence tortured with pain
Over and over and over again

Each little soul born each has the thought
That his soul is perfect creation has caught
Each and everyone of them to come to be
A chicken that lays eggs for posterity

That is their vision that is their way
But of course behind closed doors now everyday
Trillions exposed to the human desire
To profit by creating innocent fire
We are a plague in creations design
If it were our fucking heads on the line
Then we might wake up then we might feel
What Those oceans of blood might one day reveal