Dear Anita,
How are you?
Oh! Forget about all these unnecessary pleasantries. Let me cut to the chase here.
Chickens worldwide, are tired! They are tired of being used, year in year out, especially at Christmas.
Recently, I came into possession of a poem that was allegedly written by a chicken. Here it is.
A Chicken's Complaint
I am always a victim
A slave to unfortunate circumstances
Through no fault of mine
I have been sentenced to a life in captivity
Unjustly condemned to certain death
Because of my heritage
My brothers, sisters, uncles, nieces, nephews
My entire family suffers the same fate
They kill us by the millions
Yet, they will never let our species be driven to extinction
They let us survive
Only, that we may die to feed their selfish appetites
For how long?
For how long shall we continue to suffer oppression at the hands of humans?
For how long shall we be brutally murdered?
My name is Chicken, and I have an appeal
'Please spare me this Christmas'.
Whether or not you will listen to the Chicken's Complaint is your business. However, I must admit that it was interesting to read the point of view of the chicken.
Merry Christmas!
Love,
Mama Grace
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Heartfelt Letters from Mama Grace
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