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Whose chicken?
   Rex Tyler, 07.12.2006 · Printable version
 


Strathclyde University and The Telegraph Reporter
Can eat their factory farmed chicken breasts
A half chicken, or quarter
And as they chew I ask them to realise that that
Chicken that there eating,
it may not be that fat!
But it lived an awful stressful life in a huge great smelly shed
It probably prayed each evening that in the morning it was dead
It had to live with thousands of its kind and it was hell
Living in that horrid draughty shed and urine smell
Fed on Brazillian Soya and never was allowed
To forage on some grassy slope no it was overpowered
Strung up, throat slit and bleeding remembering the chicks
It never saw, and the blood and gore some hen said there were 6
Bad Taste that is bad taste to promote the factory farm
They are worthy of a calmer life away from gloom and harm
As for me I'm vegan I think their lives are tough
Humans feel the need to appoint others to be rough
Big Stores want high margins and a shelf price that is cheap
Remember those of you out there what you sow
you reap