Stallions, colts, fillys, and mares
grazing on the kiamanawa ranges
with coal black eyes, and pricked ears
these ponys were wild with flowing manes and tails
of chestnuts and roans, greys blacks and bays
though all are brown with dirt, prickels and burs
when the stallion lets out pearsing neighs
to worn the herd of danger at bay
then tundering hoofs were heard from a thousand miles away
muffling the sound of a hellicopters roar
To the slaughter they are headed, the only darkness on this fine day
but now instead of being killed as they once were
they are taken to homes for humans to be friend.
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