Beautiful Creations

Running with manes flowing in  the wind, 

The beauty of their hearts within.

Their hooves pounding across the ground.

Their kind spirits so nice to have around.

They have been there to aid in all our wars, 

Yet we treat them as if they are a saddle sore.

Cast them out like fish at sea, 

They only want to make us see, 

How much love they feel, 

But we break there hearts to where they can't heal.

Then send them to the slaughter house, 

The horse, such a beautiful creation, remains as quiet as a mouse. 

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