i know why the chicken stays caged
gnawing on his own lacerated body
atop a hundred corpses that make his grave
why this vulgar bleak existence?
once held sacred, he roamed this land proud
now beliefs about his weakness eat his soul from the inside out
his culture ransacked, his spirit perturbed
left to be nothing but for consumption
by the bottomless bellies of the free world
agitated by what little he has he yanks at his brothers
while just outside these bars abundance sings others
i know why the chicken is slain
how his song falls on the deaf who too oft pay their res...