Thousands crammed together
\ninto, vast sheds of life
\nat one end extermination
\nagony and strife
\na vile determination
\na sick disturbing place
\nwhere one by one
\ndismemberment is
\ncarried on a pace
\nA sea of seething souls
\nwhose air is tainted, and is vile
\nthe stench of urine permeates
\nthe senses, it does rile
\neven the most nonchalant
\nregard this place as Hell
\nwhere blood and sinews
\nare strewn about
\nand with that gut wrenching smell<\/p>\n
Man made this, he created
\nthis bewildered state
\nand he imagines it is
\nfine, for they haven’t long to wait
\nhis eyes just can not see
\nthe filth, that truly rotten sight
\nthat treats the eyes of strangers
\nand turns their day to night
\nthe cacophony of madness
\nthat appears to underlie
\nthis expressionless existence
\nwhere just so many die
\nand the torrid sickness
\nlost,
\nits cost,
\njust rules
\nits the ghastliest of ghastly dreams
\nfor morbid selfish fools<\/p>\n
an excruciating emptiness
\nevolves within one’s soul
\nat the thought of all this
\ntorture and lack of real control
\nin such a sad environment
\nnothing can prepare
\nthe eyes for what now
\nfills each glance
\nfor there’s nothing
\nto compare
\noutside of death and mayhem
\nand the putrid smell of death
\nits doors are locked
\nits windows blocked
\nand the fight goes on for breath
\nfor the stuff of life is missing
\nand water, it is too
\nseems impossible to imagine
\nthat the light is bright right through
\nan excessive glaring spacial
\nglow
\nthat effectively creates
\na blindness by the time
\nthey get close to the killing gates
\nthe chickens then reach panic mode
\nthat constant stress devours
\ntheir brain
\nIf one moves all move
\nits just a wicked chain<\/p>\n
a frantic mass of feathers
\nbeaks pecking away
\nand the wretchedness is evidenced
\nby this terrible display
\nA glimpse of utter horror
\nwhere infidels do roam
\nwhite coated masked disagreeables
\nand not so far from home
\ncreate this bubbling stew
\nthe human beings stutter
\nwhilst their asking you
\ndo they go home
\nand make love
\nto their frantic wives at night
\ncan they black out all of this
\nand just feel its al’ right
\nDo they feel a sick sensation
\nor are they lost souls now?
\nautomaton’s, unfeeling sods
\nwho really don’t know how<\/p>\n
switched off to reality
\ndepraved in many ways
\ndepleted of all decency
\nalready in their graves
\na suppurating sanctity
\nwhose low life does embrace
\nscuppers gnawing at the flesh
\nall around their face<\/p>\n
and those who deign
\nto manage
\nand to profit from the fear
\neveryone can feel it
\nits really very queer
\nChickens are a social set
\na pecking order, Yes
\nbut loving of their families
\nmore than some might guess
\nmaternally majestic
\ncaring so to say
\nand to wear them down
\nas these sheds do
\nit should never be the way<\/p>\n
and what of, fat cat executives
\nin their boardroom’s who
\nRemy Martin seemingly
\ncause livers to pickle through
\nimbalanced by their diet
\nimpassioned by their lust
\nfor their coffers to be flowing
\nwith shock, awe, and disgust<\/p>\n
what are their thoughts on chickens
\ndo they ever think
\nor are the much more interested
\nin another drink
\na fat cigar of course foie gras
\non brown toasts served me thinks
\nby some young girl whose all a whirl
\nby the money and high jinks
\nwhat of the wives or the husbands
\nof the exterminators
\nhow do they really feel about it all
\ndo they feel like traitors
\nthat’s what’s wrapped up in each packet
\nkarma and how can one hack it
\nits turning them gray
\nits making them pay
\nfor what is indeed still a racket
\nThe corporate contracts are hefty
\nthe prices they want indeed small
\nafter the hygiene and husbandry
\nstandards
\nthe farmer gets nothing at all<\/p>\n
And that’s why the chickens are tortured
\ncrammed into sheds, hopeful they
\nwill take out a few of the weak birds
\nand fight like the clappers okay
\nall their excrement has to be handled
\nall their urine as well must be too
\nits stored for a while then its piped
\non the land
\nand we all share the bugs and the poo
\nit gets into the rivers the lakes
\nand the pools
\ninto our water supply yes the fools
\nbelieve its a nonsense, but nonsense its not
\nits get into the ground water
\nand when its got<\/p>\n
there, then we all realize just how bad
\nthese sheds loads of creatures
\nwho just end up mad
\nimprisoned and tortured
\nand treated like Hell
\nnot fed well, not watered
\nand left in that smell
\nthat sickens the spirit
\nthat tortures the mind
\nand all of it comes
\nfrom the chicken’s behind
\nCorporate profit off sets
\nthe loss
\nsitting on their fat arse’s
\nnot caring the toss<\/p>\n
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