The Whiff Of Decay Poem by Jaishree Nair

Walking home one day,
A faint odour foul,
getting stronger and stronger
passed me by...

The whiff of decay
Nauseous and disgusting..
Exhaled deeply to let out the stench
of the rotten overpowering...

A truck passed me by...
Glanced at it casually,
Horrifying the sight _@
the origin of the pungent...

Winged fowls tied together with strings
Stuffed into tightly packed crates
The wagon of hell crammed with live flocks
A sight blackening the morning bright...

Unable to move, eyes reflecting helplessness...
Unable to bear their own weight
Lying in their own waste
Open sores, cramped and broken bones

With wings unable to stretch
De- toed and de-beaked,
These poor dumb living flock,
Fattened by feeds various
Just to adorn a dining table of some rich..

The pulse of life slaughtered,
Their minds blank and empty
The greed of the two - legged
To fatten their purse!

The animal lovers turning a blind eye
Deaf to the deep guttural cries of pain
Proclamation and declaration too many...
Actions and deeds too less......