They call it racing
\nBut it\u2019s making us run
\nFaster than we want to
\nUnder a hot sun
\nSome twerp on our back
\nWhipping us hard
\nMaking us jump over fences
\nAnd scarred, at the very least
\nBroken and made
\nTo fall and be left
\nForget the poor beast
\nThey carry on racing
\nLeave us to die
\nWe do not matter
\nThe trainers deny
\nOur very existence
\nDeath pounds on our door
\nNotify the insurers
\nWe have shattered our core.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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