Racing days are over
Thought the pain would go away
But soon I learned a different fate
Was headed straight my way
He reached his hands into my cage
And pushed me out once more
I glanced at all my weary friends
As he led me out the door
It hurts to walk; it hurts to stand
Been through all I could endure
But all my pains are nothing that
Somebody’s love could not cure
I’m pushed against a concrete wall
And know I’ve failed the test
He said I wasn’t fast enough
And reached into his vest
I close my eyes and cower
I shake, my senses dull
and feel the barrel of a gun
Against my skull
Isn’t there a better way
To entertain a crowd?
But my thoughts are interrupted
By a noise so hard and loud
I’m just another failure
Racing to my final day
And even all the winners
Will lose a race someday
They call it an “exciting sport”
They say that its humane
But a sport that always ends in death
To me, is not a game.