Eggs pulled from the incubators..
Chucked on the conveyor belt line.
Wake up little Chickies it's egg cracking time.
Awoken to this world in terror there sent up the line.
To ruffle up their feathers now it's hairdryer time.
The line now has spacers, where the egg shells fall.
The first booby trap of death, if the chick is too small.
On this Earth for three minutes taking life in.
Already consigned to Death, in life's reject bin.
You're fledgling brethren.
Chirp in unison like one mighty roar.
But you didn't make the grade boys.
So you're cries they go ignored.
The line moves on picking up speed.
10,000 chicks an hour to feed man's greed.
These are living creatures drawing breath.
Pulled from the line as faulty and labeled for Death.
These workers on the line have no compassion.
Pulling out handful at a time, like death is going out of fashion.
These are only newborn chicks, yet they don't give a fuck.
Treating live chickens like they were only rubber ducks.
The line moves on to a big caged hopper.
Fires the chicks like bullet right out off the stopper.
Onwards they go on this terrible ride.
Bin Bags full of the fallen lay on either side.
When the bags are full they're sealed with tape.
Chicks now left in darkness to suffocate.
But if they don't suffocate 20 minutes later.
They get burned alive in the incinerator.
But still ever on ward with this mechanical drive.
Were not even the strongest or the fittest will survive.
You lived through the sorting made it through the torture.
Now your ear marked for wholesale slaughter.
We all live in this culture sell it cheap and pile it high.
I am guilty too because I turn a blind eye.
The worst kind to hypocrite to these things.
I love my chicken nuggets and spicy hot wings.
But seeing this shit sticks in my craw.
I am a lot more careful what I now shop for.
These Factories of Death are getting out of hand.
In this self denial culture of supply and demand.
I don't have all the answers I'm a simple man.
But I will do my little bit and what I can.
To know what I'm buying and reading labels.
Then I know what food I am putting on my Table.
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