Chickens



I know people say that my brain is so small
But it’s not as if I have no thoughts there at all
I do have feelings and am able to think
And living in cages here surely does stink

 

They cut off my beak so I won’t peck my friend
As if there were room, as we live end to end
I can’t even get up and turn in my cage
There’s surely no room for a fight to engage

 

When one of us dies they just vacuum it out
That tiny extra space I could surely live without
I don’t know what I did to deserve such a fate
To live of my life in this tiny little crate

 

Why do humans think they have such a right?
Is there anyone out there who knows of our plight?
We are locked in large buildings so no one will know
There are millions of us living row upon row

 

Why is it people think eggs come from stores
I’m sure they’d be horrified if they looked in our doors
They’d see of our torture and hear of our cries
That this is our life until each of us dies

 

Please try to think of what we must go through
I know it’s not something you really want to do
But do it you must, for your ignorance is not bliss
The way we must live, you should never dismiss