As the tears roll down my face and a warm, soft, gentle nose nudges me, i wonder....
is anybody listening?
can they not feel their fear, see their pain ?
Where is everyone ?
As i stand among the forgotten ones during their final hours,
i wonder.....
where is everyone ?
Doesn't anyone care ?
In 24 hours the truck will come ....
Come to take them all away.
for over 30 hours, they will travel
without food or water,
cramped in a cattle truck headed to a slaughterhouse in Texas.
But why ?
What crime did they commit ?
Why must they suffer ?
My sweet and gentle friend sniffs my tears as they roll down my face.
Even now, in his last hours, he tries to serve man as horses have done for centuries.
he's comforting me ....
but who will comfort him ?
I grab him around his big neck and hug him as tight as i can.
Why is no one here ?
where is everyone ?
They come closer now.
I whisper,
" good-bye .... i love you. i will never forget you. i will remember each and every one of you. "
My friend follows me as i walk slowly to the gate.
From the other side i take one more last look
at their sweet and gentle faces
i cry violently now
i look towards my friend
Is anybody listening ?
