Fluffy cute chicks
barely two weeks
huddled in one small space
for men's bowel bred
scared and afraid
their minds are a jumble of mess!
Readied for a ride
to the river's other side
ferried on a small wooden boat
where the market
will decide their fate
finding kind home is remote!
Those chicks that are dead
will sink to riverbed
the living will leave them behind
I can only mourn
pray they are never born
as victims of greed cruelly blind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoughtful well written poem. I enjoyed the flow and message thanks