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Poems and Pics
I love animals and I don't like seeing them suffering or in pain. I got a lot of these pictures off of anti-slaughter websites. I just want people to understand horses are living creatures with souls. They have feelings and they can feel pain. They have emotions and they don't understand everything. When ppl think of slaughter they think "Oh poor horse" they don't think what that poor horse could possibly be thinking.. Well maybe after reading this, you just might. Here are other poems and such written by people who love horses and do understand them and what they feel and think. The sad ones are to help open up our eyes, the happy ones are to remember a special bond of love.
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I Am Famous Now
I was born today. My Daddy is very FAMOUS. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My Mother is very FAMOUS. Since she got FAMOUS, she has only had foals. No more loving hands, no more daily grooming .... just foals. She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today. I didn't want to go so I hid behind my mama. I didn't like you. But, one day, they said, I would be FAMOUS. I wonder, is famous the same as fun and good times? So, you picked me up and hauled me away, even though you were concerned that it took an hour to catch me.
I don't think you like me. My new home is far away, I am scared and afraid. My heart says be brave. My ancestors were.
Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much, it will be bad for my bones. I can't play with the other horses because I might get hurt. I just wander around my small dirt paddock, and pretend, I'm in a big green field with the butterflies and robins and frogs.
I can't understand why they hate me! I am quiet but the man hits and says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry, dusty hay on the ground, then goes away, before I can get too close for touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway.
Today I had a baby. He is so wonderful and warm. Am I FAMOUS now? I wish I could play with him but I am so tired. I am so young that it is hard to be a good mother. I am so hungry! I wish somebody would throw me some food. I am so very thirsty. He got cold during the night and we have no shelter I couldn't make him warm again. We are very weak. Maybe if I whinny someone will notice us and give us food and water.
Today they took US away. To a place with many other horses. There were lots of people and loud noise. Someone grabbed my foal. He was so scared. That was the last time I saw him. Is my baby FAMOUS now? I hope so because I miss him. He is gone.
I was put into a large trailer with many others in it. It is crowded and smells of urine, fear and sickness. Why am I here? I was beautiful like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came, though I tried to be good, No one spoke to me in gentle tones or stroked my soft neck. I am in a small pen with many other horses. I am SCARED and ALONE.
Today someone came. They chased us from the pen and into a room. One by one we were herded into a chute. I hear screams of agony, sounds of thrashing, and then silence. Someone came and put me into the chute. Someone reached in and patted my nose. I felt tired and laid my head over the last one who cared. I am ready for what will come next. Today, someone cared, for just one-second...
I AM FAMOUS NOW... Author: unknown..
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" I'm Hungry "
Would YOU want to look like this? Can you imagine what I SMELL like?
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..Home..
Could YOU live here? Could YOU walk through your OWN feces and EAT IT?
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"Flirting"- By Elia
Flirting (Hidden Meaning: "I should be following Jesus") Flirting with the arms of sinful nature, Allowing myself to be tickled by the Earth's touch. Plodding with infidels, I roam, Every this way and that. I don't mind that they aren't my kind, I don't mind being snuck upon from behind. I'll turn around and say hello, Just don't let me get another fellow. I don't know my boundaries, I don't know my expectations. But deep in my heart, the law is written, Deep and bold, in black and white. Yet, flirting with the arms of sinful nature, I still roam.. with all.
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 You are Romans.
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This is one of my favorite images
I took it when he wasn't looking. I took it when he wasn't looking. I took it when he wasn't looking. I took it when he wasn't looking. I took it when he wasn't looking.
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This is one of my favorite images
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