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Kentucky Fried Cruelty
0 ReviewsThis poem is about animal cruelty and how they are treated in Big Business owned slaughter houses and factory farms.
The sun peaks over the horizon;
Another long day for the product.
I wonder today if they'll let me see my family.
I wish this factory would self destruct.
Is anyone going to help me?
In this wire cage my wing is stuck.
To wonder what sun looks like,
Only a rumor in their ears.
Shouldn’t it be obvious that this isn’t right?
Too many bodies crammed in this small thing.
Haven’t been able to stretch for days.
The air is fowl and I just want to spread my wings.
My and my bruises are keeping my head in a haze.
Oh, here they come to pick for the assembly line.
I guess I’m next.
It was only a matter of time before I was put to death.
I hope it’s worth it.
I hope I’m just delicious.
Because I was in pain and miserable and lonely.
Now just drive up to the window and you’ll own me.
Just think about me next time you take a bite.
Put it down.
If you love your dog or cat, maybe next time you might.
Another long day for the product.
I wonder today if they'll let me see my family.
I wish this factory would self destruct.
Is anyone going to help me?
In this wire cage my wing is stuck.
To wonder what sun looks like,
Only a rumor in their ears.
Shouldn’t it be obvious that this isn’t right?
Too many bodies crammed in this small thing.
Haven’t been able to stretch for days.
The air is fowl and I just want to spread my wings.
My and my bruises are keeping my head in a haze.
Oh, here they come to pick for the assembly line.
I guess I’m next.
It was only a matter of time before I was put to death.
I hope it’s worth it.
I hope I’m just delicious.
Because I was in pain and miserable and lonely.
Now just drive up to the window and you’ll own me.
Just think about me next time you take a bite.
Put it down.
If you love your dog or cat, maybe next time you might.
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