THE LAME HORSE

My master why you evict me? As put I heavy loads so free But master always used to whip! Metallic-hoof is like a ship. Now, see my leg is lame in vain; You neednt a horse that is a lame. No grass is kept for me in stable Because, you want to turn the table. I amble in streets for nights and days, And sometimes live in filthy-ways. Yet people applause me with cold stones, I am the useless flash and bones. Taja is old as gold as moon She gives me hay at every noon: A human amongst animals found, Being animals as they are unsound. This story is mine true of life, Why are the horses portrayed by strife? We take your loads on back so fast, You left us empty hands at last.