The Illegal (Chicken) Immigrant Poem by Nick Hilton

He stayed close to the metal walls,
Of the road hugging,
Baker brothers delivery van,
They had crossed the border an hour ago,
Border patrol had not stopped to check,
But now they were in the heart of town,
Two chickens,
Immigrating from Eastern Europe,
In the hope of a better future,
Then the doors slide open,
There are screams,
Police draw guns and the public run,
A man is drawn from the front of the van,
A toxic waste disposal team arrives at the scene,
They drag out the chickens by there necks,
The news is screaming the headlines,
'Eastern European terrorists bring bird flu toLondon',
The chickens are taken to a private compound,
Examined once, twice, three times,
Then with unamable brutally,
Killed for nothing more than being the trigger,
To the endless bomb,
Of natures improbable design.