Free At Last

Racing days are over 
Thought the pain would go away
But soon I learned a different fate
Was headed straight my way 
He reached his hands into my cage 
And pushed me out once more
I glanced at all my weary friends
As he lead me out the door 
It hurts to walk; it hurts to stand
Been through all I could endure
But all my pains are nothing that
Somebody’s love could not cure 
I’m pushed against a concrete wall 
And know I’ve failed the test
He said I wasn’t fast enough
And reached into his vest 
I close my eyes and cower 
As I shake, my senses dull
Then I feel the barrel of a gun
Against my skull 
Isn’t there a better way 
to entertain a crowd?
But my thoughts are interrupted
By a noise so hard and loud 
I’m just another failure 
Racing to my final day
And sometimes all the winners
Will lose a race someday 
They call it an "exciting sport"
They say that it’s humane
But a sport that always ends in death
To me, is not a game

Copyright 2001 Lynn Kargol