Who would contest the method

who would truly battle to retain

this vile foie gras

a callously soft substance

that for me is not the star

performer in the culinary world

where torture is now rife

the arena is a stadium a farm of sorts

and strife

Ducks and Geese webbed watergoer’s

their conflict with those who

Create an altercation a trial of

Strength, few rue

the tough jousting proposals of evil

and where pain

becomes a single force field

that drives pure souls insane

from what is seen as peacefulness

and surely harmony

to a gunboat diplomacy

a stand against the free

a militancy, a reason

a hawkishness alas

as we watch embattled spirits

in the combat of the crass

an overture of medication

their lights knocked out as they

succumb to the total collapse

of function and pass away

to take up arms against them

To create adversity

to know the sea of  trouble

and feel their despondency

the misfortune that anatomically

feels sinister to me

bleak and so maligned

as to freak out calamitously

many die before their term

hapless luckless souls

stricken by what is gavarge

that hopelessly controls

the rigorousness and discipline

the letter of the law

an inquisition a bludgeoning

a violence on the poor

compliant to the horror

suffering the pain

who acquiesce and dutifully

feel nothing, and again

See sickness from coercion

and duress along the way.

suffering their sickness

in a trojan horse

display.

to consumers and others Inbeg of you

understand how the birds feel and how they imagine

your believed culinary experience.