The Horses of Today

Long ago, our people were wild mustangs
Feeding cheerfully upon the sweet meadow grains.
Now, they are horses in a stall, fed their oats
By their owners, and told where to ride, and when to.

Though, the horses are run to far and too fast
The horses are run too much, and they wish to rest
So they buck, they break, but the rider reigns them in
And breaks them of their once free spirit.

The horses are left in their stables, so their members engorge
And they ride upon the backs of one another in obscure breeding;
All they go, impregnating, and fleeing away from their colts, where before
The breeding was done meticulously, and through marriage contract.

The horses have the blinders on their eyes, so they cannot see
What is around them, so they do not get spooked by the fiery world
And the wolves and mangy dogs surrounding them, or the pigs.
The horses love the blinders, though, for it is their idol which give them a sense of ease.