To The Slaughterhouse. Poem by Y Sunita Devi

For the joy of others,
I am running a race.


For the profit of my owner,
I am losing my self.


For the riches of others,
I am doing their best.


For lessening burden for others,
I am finally killing myself.


For the appetite of others,
I am decorated on a plate.


I lived my whole life,
On a selfish greedy plan of others.


N: B(Its the miserable plight of a race horse.After utilising them on racecourse the owner will send them to the slaugtherhouse for meat or whatever.The heart-rendering part is they wll be immediately sent to the doomshouse when they become profitless to their owner) .
I am not an animal activist but the brutality of these sort are completly unacceptable.The horses should be atleast allowed to live.