It's a poultry life(even when free range
they scatter corn and we nibble
grains to fatten us for the killing
If we knew,would our feathers be ruffled?
"Egg em on"they say,rolling down aisles
laughing at our nervous gait/our brighteye twitch/red comb shake
Some play chicken lotto with our droppings
debeak us and make factories where we feed
If we were big as beef-would they show more respect?
Our size matters-organic are we
deserving of empathy,Family matters to us
Cock o the walk needs hens to lay with
His early morning awakening may alarm others
We make him wait until we are good and ready!
MacDonalds pretends to care for us-we are but breakfast to them
fast and forgotten,some clown with a yolk in a bun
on a dollar menu,forgetting and forgotten
We have personality-we cluck regularly
You know us by feather and style and curl and preening
whether we know our end is near
we still act as if it will never be Slaughterhouse 5
more Catch 22(if someone wishes to keep us in a petting zoo-
or find a kind and gentle farmer who loves the living more than profits
We have been with you since dawnbreak of time
You domesticated us into productivity.Tell me-
When will you set all your chickens-free?
ask BUCOLICS ANONYMOUS@BOGGY CREEK FARM June 19@9am
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