their little lives
\ncut short
\nby those who sex them
\nI suppose
\nthe females are
\nwanted for laying
\nthe eggs
\nand the males crushed
\nthere are constant flows
\nand long dregs
\nfrom the huge great
\nmachine with
\nsharp teeth
\nthat thrashes away
\ncausing most of them
\ngrief<\/p>\n
no one cares about them
\nin fact most do not know
\nand its day after day
\nafter day, and they go
\nsome into bins
\nwhere the heaps grow and grow
\nsome breathing still
\nMy God did they pay!
\nthey missed the machine
\nnow they will pass away
\nsuffocate probably
\nhumans are mean
\nand their minds in a state
\nthen it always has been<\/p>\n
Go to work on a egg
\nto me that wears thin
\nwhen you take in this
\nterrible Corporate sin
\nThen their fluffy bodies
\nbecome chicken mush
\nand on into pet food
\nI feel the rush
\nderivatives that is the name
\nthat is used
\nwhich in fact boils down
\nto them being abused
\nCan corporates be left
\nto waste life this way
\neach one had a heart and some hope
\nand does pay
\nmales crushed at once
\ntheir melody short
\nfemales imprisoned those
\ncages are wrought
\nwith space issues
\nimprovised wire floors
\nthat cut
\nthe females find Hell
\nand they never will strut
\ntheir stuff in the farmyard
\ncommitted to be
\nslaves of the system
\ntemporarily
\na fraction of their real lives
\nlet me say
\nfor they die
\nin such agony
\neveryday.
\nand that doesn’t mean
\nthey are taken away
\nthey will rot in the cage
\nwhere they died
\nthey will lay
\nthe maggots will come
\nand will eat them away
\nand the egg laying
\nchickens
\nmust live there
\neach day
\nits vile its insane
\nwhat we do to our food
\nhow we let these birds suffer
\nI mean we’re so crude
\nwe re-create Hell and
\nwe wonder what for
\nwhen disease comes a knocking
\non our own barn door
\nthen its dish out the drugs
\nand the antibiotics
\nits done by the farm hands
\nthey’re kind of robotics
\nno questions are asked
\nits a job with fair pay
\nkeep your trap shut
\nhead down
\nthere’s nothing to say
\n.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Remember those fluffy little chicks one sees around at Easter time golden little bundles tweet tweet well its not all heaven I can promise you reality is agony and murder on a scale that most couldn’t dream up if they tried Continue reading