Horses Poem by francesca zumbo

Consume and milk them for what their worth
They’ll pay don’t worry
They’ll complain and sulk away slowly
Complacent and out of control
A fixed oblivion of greed and stature
For the biggest and the best
Everything looks so good to the eye
Always made to please
But what if I told you it’s all just a disguise
Covering up what you can’t recognize
And the truth in this state is not a beautiful one
But a deceitful one
Where chiefs run like horses
To their piles of green
Once the veil is lifted
I think you’ll see
We all wear masks.