All life is sacred
\nMaybe some is more sacred than others.
\nThe life of the deer is not sacred to the wolf.
\nNor the corn, to the deer.<\/p>\n
And nothing is sacred to a fucking chicken.<\/p>\n
Slurp a worm from the earth,
\nSnatch a fly from the air,
\nRip a seed from a pod,
\nBite Charlotte from her web.<\/p>\n
It’s all just “FOOD” to a hen.<\/p>\n
Some chickens lay eggs, yes.
\nOthers drive their beaks into them
\nto sup on the yellow goodness within.
\nOr whatever else they find.<\/p>\n
All life is sacred, until you’re hungry enough.<\/p>\n
Chickens are social animals.
\nAnd they welcome each other
\nby trying to break the necks of new hens.
\nIf you’re too big to kill, you’re in.<\/p>\n
All life is sacred, unless you’re too weak to keep it.<\/p>\n
When a chicken dies, it stresses the flock.
\nBut that doesn’t stop them from pecking.
\nThe eyes and flesh of their fallen comrade
\nA snack for the survivors.
\nEven with a bounty of grains, they’ll sample the dead.<\/p>\n
All life is sacred, but what’s left behind is just meat.<\/p>\n
Roosters are cowards and rapists,
\non top of being braggarts.
\nThey’ll work their harems into featherless misery
\nDefending them only from rival roosters.
\nWhen predators near
\nproud cocks can be found
\nhiding under piles of their brides.<\/p>\n
All life is sacred, and none is more sacred than our own.<\/p>\n
Keeping too many roosters is a cruelty.
\nTo hen and farmer and other roosters alike.
\nNature makes far too many of them
\nFor any farm or flock to keep.
\nCulling is a pretty word.
\nExsanguination is lovely.
\nThey both mean death.
\nWhich means quiet, and peace, and health
\nThat life would have denied.<\/p>\n
Death, too, is sacred.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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