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Katharine Lee Bates - The HorsesKatharine Lee Bates - The Horses
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"Thus far 80,000 horses have been shipped from the United States to the European belligerents." WHAT was our share in the sinning, That we must share the doom? Sweet was our life`s beginning In the spicy meadow-bloom, With children`s hands to pet us And kindly tones to call. To-day the red spurs fret us Against the bayonet wall. What had we done, our masters, That you sold us into hell? Our terrors and disasters Have filled your pockets well. You feast on our starvation; Your laughter is our groan. Have horses then no nation, No country of their own? What are we, we your horses, So loyal where we serve, Fashioned of noble forces All sensitive with nerve? Torn, agonized, we wallow On the blood-bemired sod; And still the shiploads follow. Have horses then no God?
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