My Ode to The Food Chain

I like poetry.

I must admit, I don't really consume or read much of it, but sometimes I do and sometimes I love it.

On this site, I've posted some I like, and some I have written (mostly for shits and giggles).

This is one I wrote for from the perspective of bleak humour, its my ode to the food chain:

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Mary had a little lamb

She also had a bear

Jesus was a shepherd

He turned water into wine and fed 5,000 people

Countryfile is my Sunday night viewing

The green and pleasant land looks beautiful and romantic

The land on which we keep animals is a waste, food security would be archived in better ways

But farmers, they say they are all about our food seurity

Farmers keep sheep, they also keep cows.

A noble occupation and a tough way to make a life, they stare into the distance across fields

People need to be fed, we need growers

Livestock owners provide my food

Intensive farming makes more profit, uses more antibiotics

Has lower animal welfare standards, but the money….

Greenhouse gasses are released when cows fart

Rainforests are cut down to produce their food

To produce milk we impregnate cows, we take their young despite their grieving

We kill the males as they cannot be used in future

Chickens deprived of access to the world

Their shit pollutes rivers and kills life

Animals are driven to the slaughter house

Their stress and fear similar to yours

If they’re lucky a bolt is fired against their forehead to stun and calm them

Before their throat is slit

Their guts will still empty in fear

The smell of excrement and urine must be quite intence

Their back legs are clamped and they are hung upside down to bleed out

Fortunately this method means you must only be aware of dying for a few minutes

Stomachs must be split carefully so that guts fall to the floor

Its contents would contaminate even further

In these unsanitary conditions people work long days, they won’t be paid much

Hacking the carcass into more manageable parts

The debris that drops won't go to waste

These still have value and will be processed and sold

Frozen, chopped, processed and packaged

They are sent to the supermaket

In the supermarket the shelves are full

I can pick food from every country in the world

The plastic containers are clean and neat

Each one presented for me to eat

As long as I don’t mind about destroying the planet

Or people starving to death while I have too much food

Everythings fine