A LAMENT - FOR ‘WOULD BE’ ROOSTERS

I would be a rooster proud

welcoming each brand new dawn

flouncing up my plumage royal

lifting high my bright red comb

and cocka do da doodling

BUT WOE

That is not my destiny

for I am surplus to my kind

I am doomed for deathly ends

a life on earth will not be mine

YES WOE

Woe is me and all my brothers

we do not see the light of day

we are not bred for cockerel meat

nor any eggs can we ever lay

WOE AND WOE AGAIN

What will befall us all this day?

Will it be maseration,

gas chamber, dislocation

or electrocution?

We know not

WE KNOW NOTHING - BUT WOE

Woe is all we are good for

the humans have decided

that this is progress 101

and does not even seem to be derided

WOE WOE WOE

Brenda Walker, Nov 2012.
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