by Jenny Moxham
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by Jenny Moxham

Christmas time

Is fast approaching,

Thoughts of Santa

Fun and toys,

Christmas trees

And decorations,

Fill the minds

Of girls and boys.

But as Christmas

Time approaches,

Sadder visions

Fill my head,

Turkeys crammed

In hellish prisons,

Christmas Day

They'll all be dead.

Four to five months before Christmas, young turkeys are confined in dimly lit sheds that hold up to 25,000 birds. To reduce fighting injuries, caused by stress, the birds are de-beaked and their toes are amputated - all without anesthetic. As the birds grow, the free space rapidly diminishes until there is barely room to move. The quagmire of manure causes respiratory illness and ammonia burns to the bird's hocks and eyes - which may cause blindness. Shortly before Christmas the birds are trucked to a slaughterhouse and hung upside-down on a conveyor belt. If they manage to avoid the automatic knife they may be boiled to death in the scalding tank.


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