Lincolnshire a county
Already stressed and worn
Chicken sheds are everywhere
Behold a raging Dawn
Half a million chickens in 12 great sheds
To be
Housed there just imagine it
What is a travesty
Of any kind of justice
Itβs frighteningly so
Chickens broken hearted battered
As they grow
shitting every which way
An horrenvdous sight
The awful stench of arrogance
Caught up in pure blight
Chickens do have feelings
Subjected to such fear
Packed together like sardines
Everyone will hear
The undoubted screams emerging
Feathers flying too
These bloody corporations
Need a hiding it is true
Imagine local residents
The squalor and the pain
The stench of death pervading
Their breathing all in vain
The noise the joys of being close
To this money making hell
Why do we dare to contemplate
And create a dreadful smell
Chickens how they squabble
Imprisoned in vast sheds
None of them can turn around
None of them have beds
Living in a nightmare
A scenario of Iβll
Forced fed a vast paradigm
Where vast excrement will spill
Into heaps of fly blown crap
Building by the day
These poor living scare crows
It is just no way
It paints a stain on humanity
A humongous point of view
Spalding doesnβt need such sheds
Whatever else they do
We are sinking into a quagmire
Edibles you see
Made and exist in a dreadful poverty
And the ultimate misery
Of certain ugly evils
Creation made to be
Lost in clouds of terror
And yes purgatory
We have to stop this torture
The stench of kingdom come
Living breathing sentinels
Under the corporate thumb
Of maddening depression
Of horrible desire
Of a huge great open prison
In a state of mind so dire
Stop this bloody madness
Chickens they deserve
Compassion and true empathy
An utter loss of nerve
Fighting jungle antics
Purging life and breath
Suffering so terribly
In what is a living death
Pear tree farm
Sounds idyllic
Floral blossoms we
Cows out in pure pastures
Chickens running free
Sheep and possibly llamaβs
Goats and fresh acclaim
Paradise personified
Yes the very Same.