Hens Gone Smart
Our hens gone smart
Neither sleep in cages
Nor find warmth in the sand
ANYMORE
They 've grown consciousness
Of their matyrs past
Knife to pot torture
And the body burials
They know now fest periods
Bid to escape, sleep on rooftops.
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