SHOOTING BRUMBIES

A sixties song comes to mind,
"they shoot horses dont they"
a story of a different kind,
a different depression.
This one is of horses,
running free the way they meant to be,
ten thousand of them,
listen can you hear them,
with their call of the wild,
can you feel the earth vibrating,
with that pulsating beat of being free.
Ten thousand horses,
Brumbies they are called;
amidst the echoes of thundering hooves,
and cacophony of bumbling bureaucrats,
a lone voice is heard,
crying out for sanity to reign,
to save a natrual heritage.
Red the story of Peppe,
in save the Brumbies.
If you still not moved,
see a mare shot and dying,
foal left behind to starve,
standing waiting by his mother,
for her to stand again;
Visit save the Brumbies now:

http://www.savethebrumbies.org

REACTION TO YAHOO NEWS
RELEASED BY AP. ARTICLE SATURDAY 10th november

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