Caged
Caged
My life is one of endless days inside cell one one six
I live as cramped and crumpled as all the other chicks
My sentence was decided way before my birth
To be incarcerated in a cage inadequate for my girth
My crime was genetically devised as I became a hen
From egg to slaughter that’s my lot inside this sullen pen
Mass incubated in a box away from mother’s wing
In a crowded place of babes with garish lights deterring
The lame and weak disposed of as instant as a flash
The fallen in transit are by footfall quickly dashed
On flimsy wire I now stand with buckled legs that ache
My sisters moan and scream in pain, oh what a noise they make
No feathers now, just scrawny skin, our combs are deathly pale
With dirt and filth abundant we must remain in jail
And when our eggs decrease in yield, we face a certain death
And all for being a chicken and someone else’s wealth
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