Oh horses how unlucky are you
You are starved then feed to a fool
You are used as a tool
To make wealth for a fool
How I wish you weren't born
From life you were torn
And we became a thorn
Making heart's sore
Your blood cry out
It can be heard in the south
Begging nature to wipe us out
Before all the animals die out
Stop the killing
Stop destroying
Start mending
Nature is crying
This makes me remember black beauty
And this makes me feel guilty
What humans do is bad
And it makes me very sad
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