From my home they stole a friend <br />out of a pasture of endless grass <br />Little did she know her life would end <br />after an experience of torture soon to pass <br />loaded into a truck with forty others was she <br />pregnant, aggressive, old, and young they all were <br />many stuggled to stand, slipping on their own pee <br />she could do nothing as a stallion raped her <br />twenty-eight hours she went without food or water <br />twenty-eight hours she went without a bed <br />It was then she arrived at the house of slaughter <br />though many around her were already trampled and dead <br />The doors were opened she ran from that hell <br />Only to come to a stop at the end of a hall <br />Excrutiating pain: from what, she could not tell <br />But it wasn't enough to make her fall <br />Instead she thrashes about her tomb <br />For that is what the room will soon be <br />a second and third shot secure her doom <br />So begins her journey to the blood sea <br />They chain her from a ceiling of a blood-stained cave <br />with a flourish, they slash her flesh <br />Blood rushes to the floor creating a new wave <br />Blood that is warm, thick, and fresh <br />After commiting many other horrors unheard of <br />processing and shipment bring my friend to her fate <br />A great friend once filled with affection and love <br />is now the main course upon a foreigner's plate <br /> <br />-This poem is an attribute to those who have had a horse stolen and sold to slaughter<br /><br />Glaedr the poet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-kidnapped-and-slaughtered-my-friend/
