Chicken
The life of a broiler chicken is short lived.
He has no future except to be devoured.
He lives in darkness, not seeing the true
glorious outside world.
He is sheltered and cannot leave.
There will one day be no more life in his eyes.
This chicken is like a human.
They both have certain deaths and will never
know their true purpose until it’s too late.
10/9/2020
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