Do you know how many horses die a year.Nearly 50,000. But Why Do They die. FOR GLUE , FOR MEAT THAT NO 1 EATS , AND FOR DOG FOOD.Well I Want it to stop!! Please If you care put this on you blog!! Not 4me but 4 the horses !!

I just love horses! I don't want them to be unloved.I've bin wanting every 1 t put this on there blog to show how much we care. Care about them sweet little foal's that love there mummy and daddy, but they get taken away !! How crule !
Dont make them suffer because you want them to. HELP THEM NOW BY PUTTNG THIS ON YOUR BLOG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Born on the Moors,
To a caring mare,
The rain on my face,
The wind in my hair.
Joy in my eyes,
A tiny bright foal,
with love in my heart,
That one day would fall.
Growing and learning,
Upon the wild hills,
Racing the wind,
A young colt thrills.
One day a big lorry,
With humans inside,
Drags off my brother,
Where dark tales abide.
My mother is frightened,
My father is brave,
My friend who was free,
Will now be a slave.
And then a great army,
Of twenty strong men,
capture my small herd,
Of my father and ten.
We are shoved in a dark truck,
Which rumbles along,
and are scared for our lives,
(which don't have long).
The food there is none,
And the water is less,
In the tiny dim light,
We wait in the mess.
And at last we emerge,
Into daylight again.
Where we're jabbed at with forks,
from the hands of the men,
And herded thru barriers,
Narrow and tall,
But I still have my mother,
And so I don't fall.
But I smell a strange thing,
An instinctive stench,
And it so frightens me,
That I twist and I wrench,
and I squeeze and I squirm,
And I try to break free!
the whineys are loud,
But my mother stays quiet,
though I think that she knows,
The reasons for riot.
So I calm just a little,
And trust in her age,
When I see a dark stallion,
Exploding in rage.
His hooves clash on fencing,
And the forks smite him down,
And he coughs up red fluid,
And quickly he drowns.
And the men drag him off,
With a rope round his head,
And I squeal with terror,
At seeing him dead.
And my mother shows fear now,
For herself and her son,
But the bars are too tall,
They've already won.
And we're inside the building,
Where the smell is so strong,
that even this young foal,
Knows what's going on.
And I don't try to struggle,
As I wade through the blood,
My mum says she loves me,
And I knew that she would.
For that was the moment,
Before we must part,
As the man with the knife,
Jabs it into her heart.
And stabs her again,
And once more in the head,
and she squeals and she dies,
And falls like the rest,
To the moving conveyor,
Which beckons my soul,
Then the knife falls upon me,
And so ...I must go.

Have you ever stopped to think just wat horses sent to the slaughter house have to go thru?? did u know, they r takn in cattle trucks and half of them die on the way?? did you know that wen they get there, they are given nothing to eat or drink and r squished with heaps of otha horses into a tiny yard?? did you know that they shoot them ova and ova in the head with a nail gun and half the time they are still concious. do you know they hang them, cut their throats, and then let them bleed to death?? i bet u didn't. did you know, they do this infront of the horse next to go so they know excatly whats goin to happen to them?? did you know they take mothers AND foals?? did you know they take the foal away from the mother and let them watch their baby get killed brutally?? or it can happen the otha way round... if you've read this and you don't care LEAVE MY PAGE if you've read this and do care put it on your page and let every1 know of the real horrors that go on behind those awful walls.


STOP SLAUGHTER, END THE PAIN