BEAST OF BURDEN

And as they placed the bit in your mouth
I felt your horror
And as they startled you with whips
I felt your pain
And with the carriage strapped
To your sweating
back
I cried as your spirit broke and cracked

And I watched you toil in bastard towns
Blinkers on and head low down
To labour on through dusk and
dawn
Through coldest cold, through
rain and storm

Mired in toil, though I felt your dreams
To gallop free in the greenest
fields
So I saved and saved to bring
you home
​​​​​​Lush pastures new to call your
own

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