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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write Winnie...horses of course deserve a better deal...but more than that your poem hides in it a symbol -work horse...aren't we all more or less a ridden horse? life ridden? good thinking there...thanks...10