Huge sacks of bodies shells
\nAnd live birds
\nReally the egg industry
\nAnd it\u2019s words
\nNot of wisdom
\nNot least
\nBut of horror and pain
\nBorn to be murdered
\nTime and time again<\/p>\n
Suffocation and crushed
\nIn a vast slurry state
\nChirping along
\nWith not long to wait
\nSorted which sex
\nFemale or male
\nA slurry of feathers
\nA wet sticky trail<\/p>\n
Of blood guts and lie forms
\nThat what we see
\nThose sweet easter chicks
\nEach one might be
\nAlive it\u2019s heart beating
\nEach one a soul
\nThrust into a sack
\nAnd left by an arse ole<\/p>\n
Paid yes to murder male chicks
\nBy the thou
\nHundreds and hundreds
\nSome of them now
\nLeft chirping loudly
\nBreathless and sore
\nSpluttering loudly
\nFrom deep in their core<\/p>\n
I never eat eggs
\nI\u2019m not part of the gang
\nThat eats eggs and omelettes
\nWatching them hang
\nOut of large plastic bags
\nWrithing in pain
\nLeft to rot in the sun
\nTheir life force to drain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Huge sacks of bodies shells And live birds Really the egg industry And it\u2019s words Not of wisdom Not least But of horror and pain Born to be murdered Time and time again Suffocation and crushed In a vast slurry … Continue reading