The farmyard beasts are now all of a flurry,
“Run”, they say, we are all in such a hurry,
It´s Christmas time & they´ve all gone mad,
It´s that time of year, when we all feel so
sad,
Being chased for the table, by the wielding
knife,
Now all running away, for the love of precious
life,
We have babies of our own & we also love
& woo,
It´s not just you humans, we have our families
too,
Who´s to deem, we die for your merriment &
fun?
And for our simple lives, that away, we have
to run,
That for your God´s birth, upon us, you have
to feast,
By taking the very lives, of every single bird
& beast,
And within all this mayhem, in name of human
fashion,
Where within your hearts, lies your God-like
compassion?
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