I came to be
\nLife was mine
\nExistence started
\nI knew the sign
\nA realness an actuality
\nFlesh and blood
\nIntrinsically<\/p>\n
A temper a humour
\nA disposition
\nMy characteristics
\nNow on a mission
\nAtavistic involved I be
\nIn what is abject harmony<\/p>\n
I have my own identity
\nAnd a basic joy
\nThat I can see
\nThe stacks of eggs
\nStill to be
\nHatched and hopefully
\nTo join me<\/p>\n
They say I look
\nLike my mama
\nShe was always
\nMy favourite star
\nWe are the army
\nSo many here
\nA cacophony of sounds
\nAnd cheer<\/p>\n
Off we go on great conveyor
\nWho knows where
\nMoving quite fast
\nChirping in a joyous laughter
\nFreedom we are clearly cast<\/p>\n
Into the great void of being
\nThe beginning of our life
\nThe commencement of our journey
\nThe invention of such strife
\nA maiden voyage on these steel rollers
\nDown a chute into a place
\nInto a termination quarter
\nInto what is a disgrace<\/p>\n
A bitter end and lost enchantment
\nA terminal of no return
\nThe coup de grace our final curtain
\nThe home stretch where the babies burn
\nThe bitter end the dissolution
\nThey apply our closure and the pain
\nGreat teeth just grind us into nothing
\nAnd this is happening again and again<\/p>\n
A slurry of what was live joy
\nEach heart beat heard till they employ
\nThe beastly scientific steel
\nThat renders us into a meal
\nFor cats and dogs or may be you
\nWho like your pie or chicken stew<\/p>\n
Or we could end up in a bag
\nOut in the yard where some hag
\nChucks us thousands of us lie
\nAble still to see the sky
\nBut only for a short time now
\nBecause more and more which is how
\nWe are crushed and left to die
\nMale chicks yea we scream out why?<\/p>\n
We are perfect we can think
\nWe can see and hear the brink
\nWhy do we die why is that fair
\nBecause there are no prophets out there
\nRobotic minds and margins high
\nBanksters all expect to fly
\nWe are fodder for their guns
\nWe are rubbish in their runs<\/p>\n
Time waits for no one alas
\nMale chicks are the new morass
\nThe only synchronicity
\nIs instant death crushed rapidly
\nAll our newness and innovation
\nWere no guarantee of our salvation
\nWe were upstarts fledgelings who
\nCame to die and quickly too<\/p>\n
Write offs bankers terms we were
\nOur destiny was how they err
\nOur expectation and our desire
\nSoon became part of their fire
\nThe impending threat was clearly set
\nWe were born and in so much debt
\nThey were unconscious to how we feel
\nIn their own torpor so very real
\nWe were helpless without resource
\nFrom birth to death all stayed on course<\/p>\n
Our destruction was written down
\nLiquidation in ourselves we drown
\nIn the blood and guts of each other we
\nBreathe our last breath and immediacy
\nThe great big vandal in the sky
\nYour fucking god who speaks his lie
\nInside our shell we heard him say
\nYour life begins dear ones today<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I came to be Life was mine Existence started I knew the sign A realness an actuality Flesh and blood Intrinsically A temper a humour A disposition My characteristics Now on a mission Atavistic involved I be In what is … Continue reading