Horses

Horses! Poor victims of man's inhumanity. How many had their lives destroyed without pity? Drag carts in dark mines without seeing the daylight. Charge in battles, inhale gases, die in a fight. Worn out carrying plows for men who disparage. For the travelers, pull heavy horse-drawn carriage Under the blazing sun, the rain, or in the haze; And for silly, heartless tourists still nowadays. You strongly curse these exploiters, powerful nag! I read in your dreams, thoughts, even in your fibers, And guess how you see your heaven ideally. In arenas, these sinister people, in rag And despair, join circus tamers and bullfighters Condemned to kill each other perpetually.