Animal Aid

First

NO MORE PIGLETS

By Charlotte Darroch

I whisper to my piglets
I tell them to hush.
For if they start oinking
The MEN will start to rush.

I hear the big doors open
I tell my piglets to "hide".
But when they start their oinking
They are snatched right from my side.

I watch as they are taken
I look into their eyes
But then my heart breaks in two
As I listen to their cries.

How many have been taken?
How many have been killed?
How many piglets have I lost?
How many hungry people have been thrilled?

Now there is no oinking
No newborn piglets' breath
No need for me to hush myself
Now there is only death.

Second

THE EGG CHICKEN

By Jennifer MacNeill

Here she stands,
Lone, skin and bone,
Beak splintered and eyes red,
Like the devil was thrust upon her.

Once a fledgling,
Raised one in a thousand,
Innocent and strangely sweet,
Living silent in her life.

A mere child,
Look at her as that,
Born, then stolen,
To a barn where she would wait.

Wait, that is until the day,
Where hell met earth,
Stolen yet again,
To a far worse nightmare.

She was shoved,
Stuffed into a cage,
A cage where breath was miracle,
And dakness clouded.

She shared,
With five other restive souls,
Each head poking between the bars,
Each hungry for escape.

Worries developed,
As her unborn were stolen,
Each motherly feeling,
Dead within her.

She was deteriorating,
Tearing feathers restlessly,
Away from her scrawny body,
Every agony ignored.

She perservered,
Life draining her soul,
Disease eating at her very body,
She still held stupid hope.

Only a true beast could do this,
The torturous destruction,
Of her life,
And that is just one life.

Third

STOP FACTORY FARMING

By Jenny Wilson

Locked away, we never see the light of day,
So many of us there, with no one to care.
We are the animals, who have nowhere to run,
We are the animals who will never see the sun.

The smell of the dying,
No one can hear us crying,
For the help that we need to finally be free.
We are the animals, who are born to die,
We are the animals who cannot cry.

The pigs made prisoners for doing nothing wrong,
The cows are searated from their young,
The ducks have never been in rivers,
The things that people do give me shivers.
We are the animals, who never get a say,
We are the animals, who are locked away.