A buckskin horse who was wild and free,
Dancing around, for he was only three.
No worries at all in his joyful mind,
If only he knew the horrors of mankind.
As he was galloping through the lands,
He felt something shift in the sands.
His instincts kicked in and he quickened his gait,
But by now the horse was far too late.
The buckskin knew that humans meant danger,
He didn't like the looks of this stranger.
He reared and backed against a tree,
Only to feel a sharp pain in his knee.
The horse was pulled down and given a shot,
Dragged into a truck, for he was finally caught.
He was brought to a foreign stable with more horses,
All who were brought there with brutal forces.
When the buckskin finally woke up with dread,
Cloth was strapped firmly around his head.
They had him pinned up to a post,
The poor horse felt like a mournful ghost.
The horse's eyes went wide with fear,
He smelled the humans coming near.
They forced things on his back and head,
They beat him senselessly until he bled.
The humans continued this every day,
Until finally he learned to obey.
A stallion's spirit- crushed and broken,
His mournful cries just went unspoken.
The humans greed turned his world upside down,
He was turned into a push pony, just like a clown.
The beautiful horse is now dutifully tamed,
And we are the ones that should be blamed.
