Antitoxins

Horses suffer from the pain
Of being injected again and again
Kept in dirty sheds they be
And oumped of blood
And painfully
Numbered, one such 498
And elderly horse rather sedate
its blood taken every day
Weak as hell
How much they pay
For being old
For being weak
In India this shit they seek
Bleeding weakening suffering souls
Anti toxins for the trolls

Animals experimentation, we
Know it goes on consistently
These back room stables
Where flies do swarm
The debilitated
Face every storm
Every proceedure
Every hour
And all around them
A great shower
of flies
Descend
Poor horses they
Eventually die
Alone