Caged – buy free range

November 4, 2012 at 5:15 pm (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, politics, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

If feather-bare we toured our plight

round Britain’s eleven thousand and seventy two

wire free mile circumference bringing eggs to you

we wing-clipped osteoporosised amputees

struggling along in twos and threes

to bring you scrawny chicken stew

we wouldn’t make a pretty sight

we know you wouldn’t like to see

so we’ll crouch in A4 cages without light

to lay those guilty eggs tonight.

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2 Comments

  1. PJ Girl said,

    Standing ovation from me and my free roaming chickens! When I see the happiness of chickens doing chicken things (scratching, flapping, chasing and generally being inquisitive) it breaks my heart to think that this isn’t the norm. Well said!!

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