War Horses Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
War Horses
Shrill neighing horses
Terrified on battlefields
Harnessed to big guns
Eyes wide with fright
Pulling through clinging mud.
Proud animals, spirits broken
Treated as beasts of burden
Moving ammunition, guns and shells
Abused and whipped
Supplying the trenches of hell.
No respite nor mercy
Slaughtered by enemy fire
Dreaming of green fields of home
Cantering free and joyful
Without terror of Man's war.
then because of trench warfare to pull guns, carry ammunition
and transport supplies. Over 8 million horses died on all sides.
British horses who survived sold to Belgium butchers.
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4/24/2024 6:13:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
And all of those that survived suffered from NIGHTMARES!