Wild Horses
Sep 2
1 min read
(2025, 26)
When you're free, they'll label you
Wild, so let that be my name
I am symbiotic to wild things
I graze the open land, the land raises me
I lead a chosen herd, I am held
With glee
I show them my survival, they calculate
My speed
I lend them my back, they stamp it
With a fee, I believe
In wild things
And all of our free
Sent to the slaughter, yet alive
In me… I don’t know an extinction
That has severed my return
I’ll gallop further home
When they drain the sea.
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