Where tourists are drawn for memories

It happened in Marrakesh
Crowded with visitors
Photograph hunting
And what do we see
A poor little pony
Tortured and broken
In basic regalia
Traditionally

Brazenly shown off
To ignorant tourists
Who seemingly cannot see
Through the vile show
An animal proving neglect
Is it’s by word
Supporting its torture
They elect and on show

To pay the vile torturer
So they can capture
Their dull smiling faces
That nobody checked
The agony obviously
Out in the sun
No water to drink
Standing undone
By the climatic evils
And the trader who earns
The picture
To take home
With all our concerns.

It, could be anywhere
Animals sighing
Broken and underfed
Many more dying
Brutalised every hour
Broken inside
Like this Moroccan pony
That the people denied

Space and care to
Love and thought to
Even a cup of water to