Poor Horse

Tortured torn and broken
It’s body racked with scars
Wounded by the heavy cart
It was pulling
Seeing stars
Feeling grief and sorry
For the enslavement every day
Obviously sore and suffering
For very little pay
Life had become a struggle
The owner failed to see
Making her carry heavy weights
It was clear He ignorantly
Worked her like a pack horse
Her suffering couldn’t see

A gentle man he noticed
The limping and the pain
And remonstrated quietly
That the man of cloth refrain
Let him have the work horse
Obviously of course
To rescue it from the ardour and what was
The violent force

Removed the heavy harness
Cleaned and treated all the wounds
Loved and patted its head and body
Cared and gave some care
Such a relief beyond belief
The method that was used
To force the horse into slavery
Just frantically abused.

How fortunate a stranger
Should recognise its plight
And come and save the animal
From its hellish fight
Creamed up feeling rested
From the suffering and pain
Able to get its breath back
And rest and actually gain
Some strength