Last Stand
When a horse is on his knee
don’t shoot him till he stands
,
one so proud, a final plea
is his to stay your hands.
Will you drag him when he’s dead
?
Should you tear his flesh and mane?
Leave him there to shed
his glory in the rain.
For when the clouds have risen
his figure leaves his voice
,
painted in the prison
of life without a choice.
This is good work Luther. I really like it. 🙂