To the horses of poverty
Cold and alone
They bear the harsh wounds
Dealt from cruel hearts of stone
To the horses of poverty
No green grass in sight
Surrounded by filth
Through the day and the night
To the horses of poverty
In slums of the poor
Starved, bones show starkly
No deep bed of straw
To the horses of poverty
Their life is their death
They drag heavy carts
Whipped ‘till their last breath
To the horses of poverty
Each face a sad tale
Battling onwards
Through drought, flood and gale
To the horses of poverty
Diseased and afraid
These great, noble creatures
Abused and enslaved
To the horses of poverty
Go now, rest in peace
Be free, fly to heaven
There your pain will cease.
