On Behalf of Chickens, Everywhere.
April 7th 2016
The ministry’s deregulation plan
is hatched from bloodied, grisly hands.
It doesn’t seem so clucking grand
on the road to slaughter.
It’s said there’s no chance to appeal.
Welfare codes are now repealed.
The industry’s bagged itself a deal
on the road to slaughter.
It is unprofitable now to ask
the hangmen to wear a mask
and to be trained for such a task
on the road to slaughter.
Today it’s good to grab and grin
with gauntlet hands the twisting wing,
to kick the panic in the cages. Rack
on rack of struggling meal, slung into sack.
Three in each hard-working fist,
brittle necks exposed to twist,
on the road to slaughter.
And now, the dangers of extreme heat
are correct and proper for this meat;
it makes it fit for us to eat.
On the road to slaughter.
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