It's hell from leather for the animal within, 

And fur is no fun if it was ripped from your back, 

Just where is the dignity, can't you cut me some slack?

 

Once we ran free through trees and through bush,

Once we knew the breeze and the grass so very lush,

Then came mankind to fence us in and make us eat slop,

Why do they call man kind when he wants us for the chop?

 

While we may be a resource for some humans to eat,

While we may be the source of what you wear on your feet,

Still you could think of better ways for all to be treat,

With some kind words and space and good care from a vet.

 

Don't treat us like objects with no rights to life of our own,

Don't keep us in penned sheds, give us space where to roam,

Our lives could be better than the battery chickens now know,

For it isn't so much to ask before on your table we go...

 

©Rhumour

March 22nd 2012