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Animal Rights Poetry By Vivian Chinelli


“I’m drugged by my master to make me go faster, to win the race and save face.

“I get kicks on my sides and a whip on my back. Moving down the track to pass the other horses, my jockey forces me to speed, to feed his greed for greenbacks.

“It’s torture – I am used and abused, my psyche confused. They scream and they yell. If there were a horse hell, this would be it. I want to quit but they won’t let me.

“The human race loves to find a first-place winner and back it. It’s a money-making racket, using me as a pawn from dusk to dawn to earn and turn a profit.

“When I get hurt, they drug me again, so I won’t feel the pain. That’s insane because my injuries only get worse. What a curse that I was born me.

“Did you know … in nature, my mother would give birth to my brother with two years between us to give her a break? But in captivity, this activity is not natural but forced by humans who exploit a horse for the winnings, of course.

“And so, a mare must ‘stand for a stallion’ each year with no rest, in hopes she delivers a winner, THE BEST!

“Will you stand for this?!

“Finally, when we break a leg, we’re immediately unemployed and ‘destroyed’ by injection. No resurrection.

“Can you morally support such a sport? I hope not.”


© Vivian Chinelli, 2022


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