to the hen house to gather
eggs for breakfast,
but the chickens
shake their heads
and say no,
not today, not until we
have a bigger yard
to free range,
more seed to eat,
more insects on the ground
to peck at.
they are marching
with little signs,
on strike. no eggs until
we get our way.
the pigs too are unhappy,
they've barricaded
themselves
behind the slop trough,
a sign says, you'll never
get a pork chop out me.
no bacon for you today.
the cows,
the cows are marching
in a circle in the field,
mooing away,
demanding better hay,
and shorter hours.
if you want milk,
go crush some almonds,
or squeeze a soy bean.
no one is happy these days.
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