No sunshine on my face, <br />My living death a sad disgrace, <br />No beating of my wings, <br />A throat that never sings. <br />Prostitution of the word ‘Farm’ <br />Is used to call my battery home, <br />I am dead I prefer battery ‘Shed’ <br />Just to produce your breakfast egg. <br />Who has the loudest voice in this nation? <br />Sweet little kiddies get the standing ovation, so, <br />Little children of this land <br />Link your hands to form a band, <br />Circle your mummies to make a change <br />To free Betty to home on the range—with glee, <br />And always, always buy chucky eggs <br /> BORN FREE <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Chicken battery farms are still legal in Australia, <br />Betty is a chick, a very sick chick, <br />sick of a life of hell.<br /><br />Ken e Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aaa-please-free-betty-please/
