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Слушать(AI)The Horses
"Thus far 80,000 horses have been shipped from the United States to the European
AT was our share in the sinning,
That we must share the doom?
Sweet was our life's
In the spicy meadow-bloom,
With children's hands to pet
And kindly tones to call.
To-day the red spurs fret
Against the bayonet wall.
What had we done, our masters,
That you sold us into hell?
Our terrors and
Have filled your pockets well.
You feast on our starvation;
Your laughter is our groan.
Have horses then no nation,
No country of their own?
What are we, we your horses,
So loyal where we serve,
Fashioned of noble
All sensitive with nerve?
Torn, agonized, we
On the blood-bemired sod;
And still the shiploads follow.
Have horses then no God?
Katharine Lee Bates
Katharine Lee Bates (August 12, 1859 – March 28, 1929) was a prolific American writer, college professor, scholar, and social activist. Although
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