You may know from bitter experience
a workhorse in society
is someone deprived of his basic rights.
Broken, and forced to do another’s will,
by untold little acts of unkindness.
And then a horse whisperer comes along.
She has no time
for bullying by dishonourable,
She works a magic they’ll never know.
The running meadows may be illusion
may be real, and stagnant society illusion.
However her divine magic works
a proud horse answers in equine nature,
thundering over the wide plains.
If she’s a horse whisperer…