Seven battery farm Chickens

Seven hungry chickens
crammed into one cage
the only thing they’ll do in life
is lay and lay and lay.

Seven angry chickens
no longer have their beaks
the closeness drives them mad
they’d peak to death the weak

Seven jam-packed chickens
can never spread their wings
or step on grass, or see the sun
the wires chafe their skin

Six sickly chickens
meant to live till ten
they’ll be exhausted after two
then to death with them

more chickens crammed together
more profit for the man
He doesn’t have to pay
the pesky price for land

Eat your eggs for breakfast
if they are what you like
Just be careful where you get them
and from whom you buy.