The Egg Machine
by [email protected]

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.

Return to Poetry

** Fair Use Notice**
This document may contain copyrighted material, use of which has not been specifically authorized by the copyright owners. I believe that this not-for-profit, educational use on the Web constitutes a fair use of the copyrighted material (as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law). If you wish to use this copyrighted material for purposes of your own that go beyond fair use, you must obtain permission from the copyright owner.

Home Page




Your comments and inquiries are welcome

This site is hosted and maintained by:
The Mary T. and Frank L. Hoffman Family Foundation
Thank you for visiting

Since date.gif (991 bytes)