Yesterday I was loved
today I am crammed
crammed into a trailer
there are others here
others that were loved
like I used to be
I hear nickers and neighs
I see a sign that says Mexico
we arrive to a beat up building
where it reeks of blood
Author's Notes/Comments:
I couldnt finish it, I am very passionate about horses. I couldnt write about them dying. Over 100,000 horses every year are sent to slaughter houses... Its a terrible thing... This poem is about bringing awareness, most horses are super sweet and loved by a family. The family then sells them to an unknown home where they end up on the back of a trailer.
