Love Poems About Abattoir or Abattoir Love Poems
by jan hansen |
Categories: adventure, anger, betrayal,

the royal sport

The royal sport 

A racehorse died
it had given more
then its heart could endure.
Many racehorses die
every year
the difference with this horse
its trainer 
sat on the dead horse 
and smiled.
But horses like racing,
true but at its own pace
not made to run faster than it can
But the British are animal lovers
but they love betting more.
Racing horses 
is a commodity
if they can´t take the pace and win
the abattoir 
is the final stop