65 horses dead as dodo’s

Prime racing horses
All dead as dodo’s
Aintree the National
Racing for bets
Prime healthy animals
Real cocky jockeys
It’s all about money
And no doubt group debts

Since the year 2000
65 horses have fallen
And died
They are dead yea no more
Beautiful creatures made to jump fences
It’s like a battleground
So let’s explore

Why do we do this
Make jumps even higher
Force them over distance
To struggle and be
Wasted and beaten and broken
And pushed too far
That’s the a grand National
That’s what we see

Sweepstakes all over betting for gamblers
Loads of big money
Loads of sad days
Horses start healthy
Jockeys start wealthy
By the end there are causalities
The annual phase

Of killing behind doors
Prime souls legs broken
Worse still careers ended
They just become
Hopeless the knackers yard
Will be their testing ground
Life means so little
The victims. Yes some

Dead to the world
On the flip of a gold coin
Broken and tortured and twisted and gone
So many victims have been killed
In the races
For some it’s a bet for others it’s fun
For the horses it’s ugly it’s torture it’s rotten
Death comes to them shot perhaps seemingly
The bloody Grand National is killing so many
It’s a race too far and it shouldn’t be

Allowed to continue.