They label us free range
\nSome call us organic
\nBut truly it’s sadness
\nOur lives full of panic
\nConfined in a cage
\nWithout a door
\nAnd so free ranging
\nLike never before
\nThis isn’t freedom
\nIt’s improbity
\nSo called inspectorate
\nCome look at me
\nIt’s all untruthful
\nSo insincere
\nIt’s just deception
\nFor we live in fear<\/p>\n
If we stop laying
\nThat’s it we become
\nUseless to them
\nThey call us dumb
\nBut we have our language
\nWe have hearts too
\nWe love the forest
\nJust like you do
\nYou make us victims
\nAnd here we just lay
\nCrusted over water
\nAnd big lights all day
\nTerrible food
\nAnd no where to go
\nThey call us free range
\nBut the cost is not low<\/p>\n
We suffer like crazy
\nOur feet chipped they bleed
\nOur eyes all glazed over
\nHow can we succeed
\nPeck
\nKing each other
\nMayhem and pain
\nStuck in confinement
\nObjects again<\/p>\n
The so called man farmer
\nThinks nothing of us
\nWe sit on each other
\nWe kick up a fuss
\nBut this arse won’t listen
\nThe water is crud
\nThe food is so vile
\nIt all tastes like mud<\/p>\n
Thank you that your rescued us
\nYour soft pink hands
\nAnimal equality
\nWe AR your fans
\nYou took us out of there
\nYou gave us space
\nYou offered us love
\nAnd truly good grace<\/p>\n
Out of the box we gently appeared
\nIn the midst of a forest
\nThe chicken boys cheered
\nA soft hand it stroked us
\nThe ladies they smiled
\nWe were saved we were here
\nWe somehow reconciled<\/p>\n
We could feel the sunshine
\nWe could see the light
\nWe opened our eyes
\nWe saw something white
\nAnd green lots of grass
\nWe had reached somewhere where
\nAll of the beauty on earth
\nWe could share<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They label us free range Some call us organic But truly it’s sadness Our lives full of panic Confined in a cage Without a door And so free ranging Like never before This isn’t freedom It’s improbity So called inspectorate … Continue reading