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All he wanted was to be a good horse, that’s all
he really could be,
And try as he did, every way that he could, he
was sad that no one could see. That all he
wanted was to be a good horse, but the people
just seemed not to care
They demanded so much and were so very rough,
his spirit soon turned to despair.
They used many things to control him so, there
were bits and chains and such,
That all made him hurt in so many ways pretty
soon the pain was too much.
The leather was bad but the metal was worse, so
hard and sharp and cold,
He hated the bit and what it did to his mouth,
when they grab the reins and take hold.
They’d pull and they’d pull with not a release,
it was torment and torture at best,
With pressure so constant, he did not
understand, what was meant by each brutal
request.
Then one day at a show, with the crowd large and
loud, his rider lost balance and fell,
But he held to the reins, he just wouldn’t let
go, as panic in the horse starts to swell.
The pain was so great and fear gripped the
horse, he must, yes, he must get away.
So he thrashed and he struggled with all of his
might, his fear overcame him that day.
Then under his hoof he felt such a crush, as the
weight and the pressure came down,
A great scream from the man, then silence so
loud, there was tension and fear all around.
The reins were now free, so he tried to escape,
from the panic and pain so intense,
But he still was not free, for another had come,
with anger so strong and immense.
One hand on the bridle and one striking hard, to
the mouth of the horse in revenge,
Till teeth bit down hard and the hand spurted
red, and the screaming now started again.
All he had wanted was to make it all stop, he
never had wanted this war.
All he wanted was just to be a good horse, he’d
not hurt a human before.
Yet now so many, were running at him, with ropes
and rage uncontrolled,
So he started to run to try to escape, as hell
began to unfold.
Then suddenly a woman, with a look not the same,
was between him and all of the rest.
She had none of the fear and none of the rage,
as she offered one simple request,
"Please stand very still, and I’ll take it all
off, I’ll help you if you let me try"
So he gave the chance to be as she said, she had
seen only fear in his eye.
She had not seen the killer, the others had
thought, existed in the horse that day,
So she screamed to the others to leave them
alone, as she gently lead him away.
He followed her well and began to relax, with
this one who did understand,
That all he had wanted, was to be a good horse,
for someone with love in their hands.
Once back in his stall she stayed for a while,
to help him get over the night
When a really good horse and people unwise,
ended up in a terrible fight.
Now I wish I could say that it ended right
there, but humans are so quick to blame,
That when it goes wrong, it’s never ’their’
fault, getting even can be such a shame.
So all he had wanted, was to be a good horse,
but the next day the wrong people came
To end the life of a really good horse, for
people are NEVER to blame!
It must be up to us, those who do care, and who
know what is true, of course,
That all that is wanted and all they desire, is
simply to be a good horse.
We must be willing, to speak up at least,
against those who do not understand
That the wonder of horses and all that they are,
is a gift from God to man.
