Born Free January 9, 2010

Born free to run, free to roam
Happiness and glee all in one
Playful prances almost a dance
Proud spirits and beautiful souls
Run across the prairie, across the plateau
Until they are taken down too soon, too cold.
Helicopters on high, men without heart
Equipped with long-range rifles to do their part
Instructed by the BLM or their evil cohorts
Once to native tribes now to America’s horse.
Wild mustangs, noble, independent and free
Shot down, chased down or rounded up,
Pick the poison that is done for Satan’s will
All ways lead to destruction, lead to death,
Slaughter first or without shelter in winter freeze,
Little foals, little souls–just like our own babies.
How anyone can do that and go on all the same
Horribly twisted as if some unbelievably bizarre game.
I pity such a sad life without a glimpse of a soul
Yet I pity more the horse that has no choice
While all good men do nothing still
Evil can flourish and always will.

© Debra J Stuart 2010 Worldwide. All Rights Reserved.

For more information on these animal atrocities check out these links: www.horsefund.org or tuesdayshorse.org

Run Free December 5, 2009

How proud you stand my dynamic steed How very blessed I am to have you here Eyes that triumph with one quick glance A heart that soars with a fleeting prance How beautiful you are, how free your spirit How thankful am I to intercede Let all know, all hear, all believe Our wild horses are ours to keep free Under our care, under our guidance Lead us not deceive them to despair More valued than diamonds, rubies or pearls They are our heritage, they were our life To turn a blind eye would be a crime They depend on us but they are our reward To have a spirit that runs wild and free To have a life complete in perfect harmony © Debra Stuart 2009 Worldwide. All Rights Reserved.

The Unavenged November 27, 2009

Cursed be the soul that hung you up Cursed be the soul that slit your throat How wicked the heart that made you meat How ignorant, how cruel, how very deplete You, God’s creature, divinely designed To be a help to man, to carry him through To now be an uncaring one’s warm stew How that could happen to a soul as kind as you So beyond belief, so beyond reason Once tall, once shimmering under the sun Once moonbeams reflecting off your coat Once wind flowing through your mane Once hearts delighted at your sight Now horrified by your untimely demise Now greatly disturbed by your murder How cursed the many souls that brought you down May God enlighten them to what they have done Perhaps God may forgive these treacherous souls Perhaps God may embrace these tortured souls And give of His love, His love untold But I cannot forgive, nor can I rest ‘Til every last one is exposed in this ring of death.

© Debra J Stuart 2009 Worldwide. All Rights Reserved.

Alone November 27, 2009

Alone in a field, a paddock, stall or lot From where does thy nurturing come A kind touch, a gentle thought, Cool water, warm straw, oats and grain Or left alone, bound by the human handlers How does that fragile heart keep hope alive Relying on the kindness of those in control Deciding on how well to be kept or how badly Yet when greeted by these curious creatures That are your handlers, give them a soulful eye A soft nudge, a gentle neigh, How truly gracious and magnificent you are To give and give not based on cause To give the unbridled love you freely share To want only a kind hand, a loving heart To be the best you can for our poor souls To love us without question, to stand alone Alone in a field, a paddock, stall or lot.

© Debra J Stuart 2009 Worldwide. All Rights Reserved.