Free range Easter

It’s Easter

And murder is on my mind

Not the biblical JC kind

My brain is railing

At the thought of eggs

Unfair trade cocoa

And hens with crushed legs.

In battery cages

And slaved plantains

Are produced the treats

Of our spoilt nation.

The plastic eggy waste

Is choking our planet

That’s why I think

We need to can it....

Bottle it...

Paper bag it...

Because what we do now

Well it really jars!