Wild No More

Heads hung with no wind in the mane,

Staring out at a black asphalt, 2 lane.

Where once a wild thing roamed,

Now tagged $125 to ‘re-home’

Where is the home they had before?

Was it burned, was it broken..

A simple tag tied round my throat

Like a shoddy, fraudulent suicide note.

It says I can't live like this anymore,

They say there's a window,

I only saw the slammed door.

They've shut me out, foreclosed on my land. Cut off my future bloodlines with stone cold hands.

There will never be another from me or my dams, DNA turned to dust in the slaughtering scams.

My mother was here I heard her cry, my proud stallion father, I watched starve and die.

My aunts and my cousins were forced apart. I herd hearts break right from the start. They screamed and whinnied, snorted and ran.

But none of us could escape the folly of man.

We used to receive such reverence and admiration. Now we're a symbol of shame in this nation.

From our backs you discovered, exploited and explored. Now that we need you, we go largely ignored.

We don't ask for much, just please let us be. In the places we’ve always roamed wild and FREE.

KLC 2018