Horses

Horses.

How would it be if we would all ride horses,

Would we still write verses?

Would we all still love our lovers,

Wont find out about cheating, but only when he discovers?

And how would we feel,

If we would have to kill a seal?

And not process them in something chemical,

And not turn our planet anticlimatical?

So how would we hear,

When the cars disappear?

When we hear birds and wind overloud,

It would be a lot better, I don’t doubt.

And .. what would we see,

If there is no industry?

No factory, no dirty Co2,

Which the wind once further blew.

And how would it be when there wouldn’t be a reeking thing,

From industries and allies where that tramp is living in?

When every modern thing is never been seen,

I think it would smell very clean.

But we don’t know,

We will never do and so,

Maybe it will reverse some day and I’ll write a chorus,

And then, we could go outside, and ride horses.

© 2011 Cyresse, HH