Horses are great , it is sad that some of them are not safe
It is absolutely bad, that some of them are sad
If you treat them inferior
Think, wouldn't it make you feel less superior
It is cruel, that some of them are used as a tool
If you were forced to race, wouldn’t it feel like a chase?
If you treat them inferior
Think, wouldn't it make you feel less superior
If you have no way out , wouldn’t you want to shout
We should lend a helping hand , and take a stand ,
Against things like this , we cannot dismiss
We should entrap them , and clip them at the stem
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