Literature, Nature, Peace, Poetry, Think About This

Parched, they Bray

Lately I have been thinking
about the precious one
load carrier for everyone
how it is laughed at
and mocked and made fun
of, pushed and shooed away;

how they starve
how they trod
how they pull
whether its a kilo
or whether its a ton;

Lately I have been thinking
of those in Texas
going astray
seeking food
in hungry mood
they wander around
parched, they bray

I am now thinking if I had a farm
I would bring them all here
feed them and keep them warm
they are free to roam chew the food
left and thrown everywhere
they can bray and plod and hob
they will be busy
and not out of a job

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