This farm is non existent
\nA nullity a blank
\nConsciousness was never ever there
\nAnd to be frank
\nNegatives the uninvented
\nIt was called a farm
\nWhere beauTiful ducks
\nWere caged and left
\nIn the most vilest or harm<\/p>\n
In South West France
\nA property
\nBroken sheds at play
\nA stench of death
\nThat curled into ones nostrils
\nRight Away
\nBefore the eyes could peer upon
\nThe ugliness and shame
\nThe olfactory senses all shut down
\nAnd would never feel the same<\/p>\n
A darkness was apparent
\nOn entering the place
\nIntrusive and inappropriate
\nA blood curdling disgrace
\nEach soul had lost its identity
\nSmothered in rotten poo
\nDisharmony and discord
\nWhat could observers do<\/p>\n
Throw up, sink onto one\u2019s knees
\nThe challenges ahead
\nDismemberment and entropy
\nSo many angels dead
\nTheir one time ivory wings
\nWere putrid though life
\nApparently
\nWas fighting all this evil
\nThis rotting symphony<\/p>\n
The whole shed a corruption
\nOf gangrenous mortify
\nOnce wonderful the purest ducks
\nBegging us to try
\nAnd rescue them just dare to go
\nInto the chaotic spaces
\nSlovenly they stood their ground
\nBut you should have seen their faces<\/p>\n
An assemblage of evil
\nA regiment so rank
\nA multitude of misery
\nOf fragility so frank
\nOf the great undying
\nLike geriatrics waiting
\nThe death knell sounding in their ears
\nBut in their hearts such grating<\/p>\n
Entrenched in pools of utterance
\nPerpetuated by
\nNegligence and dark abuse
\nThe weakest left to die
\nAnd rot encouraging maggots
\nVast carpets of them there
\nGobbling up the sickened flesh
\nThe cause man made despair<\/p>\n
Crippled and disabled
\nLimbless Legless hordes
\nReceiving their undoing
\nSilencing affords
\nPulverising spirits
\nA massacre of minds
\nThey all looked like the walking dead
\nLines and lines and lines<\/p>\n
Brutality was obvious
\nParalysis torpor
\nTotal immobility
\nPassively unsure
\nTotally apathetic
\nAnkle deep in ooze
\nAn infernal yawning
\nDevoid of any clues<\/p>\n
As to why the human being
\nWould leave another to
\nA rock bottom existence
\nWhere maggots come and do
\nTheir business and where rats
\nThe size of cats engorge
\nAnd growing fatter
\nFace their own deformity
\nAs if it didn\u2019t matter<\/p>\n
Everywhere dead bodies
\nAnd nobody to clear
\nIn the aisles just piles and piles
\nThe human race is drear
\nWho dares to leave his charges
\nSuch a cold and callous way
\nA Mesmerising stupor
\nWhere everyone does pay<\/p>\n
And these are ducks
\nWide water birds
\nCaged and left to rot
\nAt the edge of murkiness
\nThe gloaming shadows got
\nAn ugly psychodrama
\nPlayed out on the spot<\/p>\n
A knee jerk response
\nTo strangle any farmer there
\nGuilty of such terror
\nSuch frivolous despair
\nSuch recklessness
\nSuch thoughtlessness
\nThe evidence is there
\nA hell hole there may not be words
\nTo describe and try to share<\/p>\n
And this about foie gras
\nThe most rotten of fOod
\nCruelty and certainty
\nOf dying by the sword
\nOf tearing through an aching throat
\nAfter force feeding until
\nThe liver grows larger
\nAnd penetrates the lungs
\nIt\u2019s form to spill<\/p>\n
So irrational and incongruous
\nWarped and twisted they
\nCreate this incredulity
\nAnd so the ducks then pay
\nTerribly such agony
\nAnd no one cares a jolt
\nThe scoffed of this vile disease
\nWhat is the result <\/p>\n
A heart attack quite possibly
\nAll this awful fat
\nThe karmic debt the interest
\nThat is where it\u2019s sat
\nThe so called greedy individual
\nScoffing it at night
\nRecalling the vile lament
\nAnd then losing his sight<\/p>\n
The knowledge of this ugliness
\nWoeful to the extreme
\nCreating a soreness
\nThat no one can redeem
\nForce fed with the metal pipes
\nUnruly men don\u2019t care
\nThey thrust them into the ducks throats
\nWhich is enough to scare<\/p>\n
The living daylights out of them
\nAnd then the heaving sores
\nThat build inside their poor old throats
\nAgain the world ignores
\nThe continual torture
\nThey get it day in day out
\nTheir ignorance is champion
\nThat\u2019s without a doubt<\/p>\n
Having read this treatise
\nWho on earth would dare
\nTo consider ever eating
\nThis terrible
\nStuff and share
\nThe misjudgement and the falsehood
\nAnd The inexactitude
\nWhat is their cretinism
\nAll nothing less than crude<\/p>\n
Inspired by a post of Macdonald Nicola
\nMy favourite foie gras warrior
\nOn face book She ever. Gives up. Fight
\nTo st this utter madness and I commend her for her diligence<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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