I encountered them
Bundled into a tiny iron cage
At the poultry seller
All were feeble and hungry
Faded with pale fear in eyes
Having seen the mates
Chopped up at every minute
One by one, just like in
'Apocalypto'
Of Mel Gibson,
I wanted to save them all,
Well, you can save them
By buying them all and
Feed them until
A comfortable death
Tell me is it worth
Giving these factory made
Broiler friends a future
Since they are only manufactured
For KFC or Mc Donald paper boxes,
Pity? isn't it?
A very great truth! ! ! no one talks about it. you are bringing in a fact about which all the governments should talk and take decisions. we humans are greedy and cruel. For the sake of amassing wealth we do all the mean things in this world. we poets have a social and moral responsibility to talk loud about it. you are doing it now. thank you very much. tony
A beautiful piece of art work..simple yet so fecund. Excellent..10+ rated
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You made me ruminate for a while... True story. And if you wanna save them, you need to buy them and feed.. If you ever had a chance, would you?