Tyson

Speak of bits of cockroach wing
not these blasted human things
a plastic falsehood liberty
— due credit to humanity
is not the cage that grips them fast
in deeds you see their ancient lasts
a bucolist's bounty, offspring galore
and factory farms clog every pore
from Turkmenistan to Labrador.
eruption of pustulent bloated cadavers
crying for mothers, all greedy hoard-havers.