The Shetland Pony abuse story

Look at him that old abuser

a loser

if ever there was

dragging a Shetland Pony

and why tell me?

well just because

he could

and he would

and he did it

exposed this sweet soul to  such pain 

this was a harrowing journey it was

and when he fell he was beaten again

he was dragging him behind his pick up

the poor little soul couldn’t stand

tearing  and chafing his delicate skin

and then giving hell with his hand

his head took a bashing as did his eyes

this was torture and real dark distress

the discomfort was etched on the poor pony’s face

punished with increasing stress

this insult of humanity

this  lout of a man

who had no remorse for this  horse

he began

to hurt it to torture it

and make it known

that he was  angry

and his temper full blown

relentlessly  shouting

increasing the fear

as his little legs weakened

soon it was clear

how pitiless, this freak

was

in the way

that he tore into this pony

on that sad day

and clearly he suffered

and suffered some more

people have got to recount

and explore

the notion that each little soul has its place

its not one that allows the human race

to do what this loser did

harm him so much

he’s a part of creation

too

with a heart that could touch

others

with wisdom

with purity too

he was not to be beaten

like he was

a few

souls will remember

the historic facts

and recount what they have done

and cover their tracks

for Rhiannon is ready

to impose some will

to enter the night time

and craftily spill

a lot of emotion

down on the low life

fill mental regions

with darkness and strife

repay the cruelty exacted on those

with a crushing defeat

and an evil that grows

the horseman that cometh

his spurs shining white

that tear through the groins

in the dead of the night

suck out the sinew

and relentlessly burn

the eyes of the cruel ones

who may never learn

the ways of the goddess

for they in their turn

will perish alone

where there is no concern

just a bare cell

bars and no one to care

and no one to see what is happening there

just the shadows of death

and the sickle that falls

on the neck of the traitor

that broke all the rules

that never found pity

that never knew care

empathy it well never was there

pain that experience was really bad

For the poor little fellow

so incredibly sad

he may recover

but will never forget

as to the low life

he will pay his debt

he will die mysteriously

alone in his cell

crushed by the hooves

of a horse I hear tell

lost to the world

of the living they say

on a saddle of  shadows

that bore him away

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