NaPoWriMo 10: The Slaughter of Horses

Lined up, nose to tail,

No room to stretch.

Injured or trampled,

In a doomed cattle truck.

Led off the steep ramp,

Frightened and beaten.

Some already dying,

Herded into pens.

Gore and blood,

Whinnies of fright.

Stabbed and paralyzed,

Bleeding out life.

Is this how we treat horses?

Our willing steeds?

Shame on those vermin,

Who cruelly murder these gentle beasts!

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