The
free agent chickens
Roaming
freely on the roads
Behind
the back lanes without worry
Of
time and days in their lives
The
flock stick together
Walking
slowly to any place
Picking
food or insects
Making
some noises
The
language we can't understand
Like
us they think we are stupid
The
world in their eyes so free
Why
we aren't living like them?
It's
their lives
Feeding
to get muscled in
When
the festive season arrives
In
the pot of curries
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