The Chicken Martyr Poem by Nick Hilton

I am a chicken martyr,
Dying for our cause,
Though we have done no crime,
Brake the walls,
And scrape the grime,
All that has come is here,
There is nothing left,
For us to fear,
Tonight i say my last goodbye,
Knowing that tomorrow i die,
It may come from the east,
It may come from the west,
I know they'll do,
Whatever is best,
And so i lye my head down to rest,
Comforted by the dark,
Like a dogs muffled bark,
And soon death over me shall creep,
And all at once,
I will be lost,
In the big sleep.