The poem you are about to read centers on chicks and a farmer on an organic poultry farm. Enjoy!
Never get to meet mamma
Cruelty shown as love
Welcomed as they hatch
The artificial warmth, comforting
Ready trays with grains
And some antistress for a calm
“This could be a good life,” they chirped
Daily received love, undeserved
The feeling of a life already made
As little as they are
Big feet of Giants
Slowly marching without matching
Giants always bringing something good
Soon, they feel sick
And Giants became sad
This juice, that juice, they feel good again
Didn’t know which one made them well
But tasted like culinary🧄🧄 ingredients
Well, they didn’t care
“But we hardly get visited”
Just the same sweating giant
Lights at night to eat and drink
Giants killing rats and ants
Giants loading in the bags
Giants smiling as we grow
Giants calling DIYAGRIC for help,
“Are we that important?” they say
Everything comes easy
But wait, what’s “broilers for sale?”
If only they knew BBQ…
Are you a good giant to your chicks?
