Owning a horse
A living caring soul
Who becomes your slave
With a given role
To carry and Labour
In the hot sun
But to be neglected
And tortured ain’t fun
It’s ribs are apparent
It’s legs tired and raw
Human beings are vile
Pain and plight they ignore
A working horse
Needs love
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.