Poetry

The Egg Machine
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Behind wire mesh the tortured stare
with no one outside them to care
The stench of decay fills the air
her every breath a nightmare
Most feathers lost she lies bare
her body infected from constant wear
In her swollen feet the wires tear
painful diseases are not rare
Her agony unjustifiable and unfair
her life has no compare
Illness destroys her beyond repair
of the dead and dying she is aware
Her own life's eye begins to glare
inside each egg is her why and where
For her eggs she suffers there
and her only hope doesn't despair
Because to see inside we do not dare
blind mankind holds the blame to share.

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