O Dear Butcher Poem by sehdev sharma

I am a wonderful small chicken.
I born as thy wished.
I am living as thy wish.

I can also feel the pain.
I have emotions like you.
I feel joy and sad too.

I never did any harm to you.
I like your kids when play with me.
I run behind them as they run behind me.

I have only question?
What right you have?
To twist my throat,
To tear off my silky wings,
To detach wonderful yellow feet,
To pierce my body,

O my dear Butcher?
What right you have?
Who allowed you to do so?