Beasts Of Valleys ?

you see them trot and with grace

but it makes me sad when you see them race against their will, to fill the stomachs of the greedy and rich. who can't lose a pound even if they get cut and stitched

grumpy pumpkins they are to the nerve

haven't you heard their cries and screams

yet you drug them, beat them ; I thought they where your friend, your steed .

not a need but a want to win

abused are their competitive wills and spirits

to the trinkets of themselves

sweating for your wealth.

shame to the jockeys . I'd like to see them run around in laps to see how long they last in their place , their face would be devastated.

respect the Beast of the valley

they don't belong riding on pavements or alleys , but can we be nicer?

to the riders of morning ☀,

they used to do it for fun.