The
poor duck
Once
of beautiful feathers
The
clean shining white of white gold
Even
the sun wants a share
In
the cage it can't run
The
breeder comes take a look
“Well..you
have grown
It
is time to take you to paradise”
The
duck only says “Quack! Quack!”
The
breeder takes it away
The
duck struggling to get free
The
tight grip the duck stays quiet
In
the paradise
The
sharp knife glitter
In
the duck's eyes
“No
no no!”
One
long cut
The
poor duck goes to sleep
With
a quick machine beats
All
feathers strip away
Leaving
the duck
The
naked yellow skin
Hanging
by a rope
Let
others walk by to see
The
roasting oven heated up
Ever
ready to swallow the duck
The
smell of roasting meat
The
hanging duck dripping in paradise
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