hens lay eggs
who await their fate
some get turned to omelettes
others hatch into chicks
either ending up in kitchenettes
or get dressed up then marinate
to queue up to barbecue
or may be end up in a stew
else as lollipops to chew
some masters like their breasts
others love their legs
tender flesh
to feast upon
no one did read their poems
none heard their voice
sadly in their world
there are no human rights
Comments
nice idea raj
nice idea raj
I find the last stanza is the weight of the poem because it makes what preceded relevant.
Thanks Tyro for your words of
Thanks Tyro for your words of appreciation. Yes the last stanza is the foundation of this satire where I have used Chicken as a metaphor to throw light upon an important social issue......
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