Beast of Burden

I was born with hooves

Is it my fault? Is it my mistake?

I have been forced to carry heavy burdens

They say because I am dense.

When I canter down the road and look

At the merry humans staring at my hooves

I feel a strange fear in my bosom,

that I was always meant to be rock bottom.

Oh! Why can't I have two legs and arms

Or sing along when they sing the psalms

Or look like those men handsome who stare at me

Like I am some kind of a circus freak.

I complain everyday about it

My fellows tell me we were never meant to sit

On chairs or thrones for we have no human bones

My fate, our fate, decided by a god with a heart of stone.

And those pretty ladies painted and prim

They look at me like I am a beastly thing

My pain captured by the weight on my back

My fate tied to the heavy potato sack.

So I wander and wonder if I can be them

With their silk suits and their cotton dress

But alas my back broken by labour and toil

I was meant to eat dirt and soil.

And a beast of burden I shall remain

As every day I stare at the humans in pain

But sometimes I feel they aren't lucky

On their hands indelible blood stains.

I might be stupid but I kill not

Killing the weapon of the cunning human folk

And it makes me happy to think every day

I am dumb but my soul isn't frayed.

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