In this world where production
\nCreates an induction of process
\nThe ill fated reasoning comes
\nThat male chicks are useless
\nIn the absence of markets
\nFor them theres no future
\nOnly the sums<\/p>\n
One loses or makes
\nEmotional candour
\nFor Those dealing in facts
\nWhy would they pander
\nTo Animal Rights
\nIts far simpler to say
\nThey have no rights
\nAnd for that they must pay<\/p>\n
Millions of squeakers
\nChicks with attitude
\nBreak out of their shells
\nThe force does exude
\nCreation is powerful
\nThe male energy shines
\nThe emotional state
\nThere are so many signs<\/p>\n
Explaining the reasoning
\nBut corporately
\nChicks have no value
\nAnd thus cannot be
\nMale chicks don’t lay
\nThe dictum today
\nThere is nothing ahead
\nThey are already dead<\/p>\n
Consigned to the grave
\nNobody to save
\nThe corporate wheel
\nIs not how you feel
\nIts all about money
\nThe bottom line
\nThe margin the profit
\nRight down the line<\/p>\n
Its very competitive
\nAnd wanton regard
\nFor the true economics
\nMakes everything hard
\nDecisions are vital
\nSo the sickle does fall
\nAnd male chicks are the victims
\nUnseen by us all<\/p>\n
Trillions of heart beats
\nAre silenced each day
\nThe squeak from the beak
\nHeralds their dismay
\nEither sent by conveyor
\nTo the rendering store
\nAnd crushed into soup
\nWhich egg eaters ignore<\/p>\n
Or thrown into black plastic sacks
\nAnd just left
\nFor the hundreds and thousands
\nTo become bereft
\nIn the vital oxygen
\nThat we all must share
\nIf we are to live
\nIf we are to care<\/p>\n
This is the policy
\nThis makes most sense
\nTo the bankers those wankers
\nEmotionally dense
\nThe great boards of psychopaths
\nRunning it all
\nTheir own hearts so wizened
\nAnd so off the wall<\/p>\n
This is reality
\nThis is today
\nThis is production
\nThe corporate way
\nThe sword of Damocles
\nOminously
\nCuts through the gristle
\nOf insanity<\/p>\n
The egg board has spoken
\nCreation must be
\nOn the back seat
\nThats the certainty
\nWe are brutal and rough
\nWe maltreat and malign
\nIll natured and spiteful
\nWith their heads on the line<\/p>\n
The milk of human kindness
\nDried up years ago
\nOur goodness of nature
\nPhased out as we know
\nOnce we were considerate bountiful souls
\nThat was until corporate controls
\nWere put into place
\nAnd became the rule
\nThe system it weeded out
\nThe bloody fool<\/p>\n
A similar fate awaited those, they
\nThey got their marching orders
\nWith nothing to say
\nThere are no samaritans, not anymore
\nThats a bible story
\nFrom some years before<\/p>\n
The uncharitableness a wave of desire
\nJust pitilessness as the heat of the fire
\nGrows so barbarity surfaces through
\nWhat is the mass murder of innocence, who
\nWould be so vindictive ghoulish and grim
\nIt really is nothing but a bog standard whim<\/p>\n
Accepted by consumers as what must be done
\nTo maintain price structures just stop
\nNo one can run
\nWith this fearful expose
\nThis terror this pain
\nOnly the sophistry of the insane<\/p>\n
Its illegality
\nMisfeasance too
\nIts cannot be right what the egg companies do
\nIts something so rotten such a vile disgrace
\nHow could anyone then show their face
\nThe boardrooms are dark the shareholders are dead
\nFor those making the profit it all has been said<\/p>\n
Before the bottom line is what its about
\nIts ethics and honour as such theres no doubt
\nSo the sweet fluffy chicks will chirp all the day
\nAll the night in their big plastic bags its the way
\nSnuffed out of existence tortured with pain
\nOver and over and over again<\/p>\n
Each little soul born each has the thought
\nThat his soul is perfect creation has caught
\nEach and everyone of them to come to be
\nA chicken that lays eggs for posterity<\/p>\n
That is their vision that is their way
\nBut of course behind closed doors now everyday
\nTrillions exposed to the human desire
\nTo profit by creating innocent fire
\nWe are a plague in creations design
\nIf it were our fucking heads on the line
\nThen we might wake up then we might feel
\nWhat Those oceans of blood might one day reveal<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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