Tender warmth cradles the egg,
The vigorous life that sprouts anew,
Carefully nourished, the ball of fur,
Thanks heaven for granting it's due.
Delicious feed she's served on a plate,
Conditioned to lead a life of leisure,
The rows of eggs she laid on Monday,
Were surrendered to them as their share.
Innocent and unaware,
In the grand illusion of paradise,
To the world outside the poultry farm,
She was being used in disguise.
In all earnestness, she tried each day,
To satisfy the worldly demands for more,
With age, when she failed to produce,
Was sold for slaughter as a useless whore.
Fluttering on the butcher's plate,
The glittering knife was rising high,
She awakened to the harsh realities,
As her warm blood sprinkled by.
- Indradeep, July 5, 2008
2 comments:
o come on. At least that chicken lived to be old(ish).
past menopause anyway...
yes, i do know chickens are oviparous..
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