A slave called "Horse with no name."

 My ancestors sing of the days long ago when they were a free race. The had a world of there own and a play ground of vast measures. Then without warning a new race of Animal appeared. riding other breads of horses.  He followed us and stole our young. WE had no defences except to run further and further away from our home land.  Soon  after We had trouble having young as the females somehow got word of what was in store for there babies. Off we ran ran again into the unknown and perilous environment of our homelands. Whole groups of our families would vanish without a trace. Then it was me. While enjoying a run along a river bank a group of these aliens surrounded me with weapons unknown and undefendable against called carrolls and rope. Soon I would be hoarded within a tiny space, a part of another animal was draped upon my back. I was mounted by this alien race and force to do his will. I would fight and be beaten and abused. Then I realized I would not going to make it and lost my will to live. I wanted to run away and say bye-bye. I was not able to do this because of his works. I had my life saved only by giving away my soul to this alien and his hides. I was a Horse with no name soon to become burnt with a hot iron labled and made his property. I had no hope, no future, and no self left. I dropped my head and went with him everywhere. I became known as lighting I know not why. I was showed and bread. I was a Horse with a name. I was a Slave. My ancestors sang of the days long ago when they were a free race. They had a world of their own and a playground of vast measures. Then without warning, a new race of animals appeared. They were riding other breeds of horses. He followed us and stole our young. We had no defenses except to run further and further away from our homeland. Soon after, We had trouble having young as the females somehow got word of what was in store for their babies. Off we ran again into the unknown and dangerous environment of our homelands. Whole groups of our families would vanish without a trace. Then it was me. While enjoying a run along a river bank, a group of these aliens surrounded me with weapons unknown and undefendable called Carrolls and rope. I became forced into a tiny space, and a part of another animal draped upon my back. I had a strange shoe put upon my feet.

I was mounted by this alien race and forced to do his will. I would fight and be beaten and abused. Then I realized I would not make it and lost my will to live. I wanted to run away and say bye-bye. I was not able to do this because of his work. I had my life saved only by giving away my soul to this alien and his hides. I was a Horse with no name soon to become burnt with a hot iron labeled and made his property. I had no hope, no future, and no self left. I dropped my head and went with him everywhere. I became known as lighting; I know not why. I was a show breed. I was of a litter pale of color. I was a Horse with a name. I was Lightning, an enslaved Horse—a possession of another animal in another land.  My ancestors sang of the days long ago when they were a free race. They had a world of their own and a playground of vast measures. Then without warning, a new race of animals appeared. They were riding other breeds of horses. He followed us and stole our young. We had no defenses except to run further and further away from our homeland. Soon after, We had trouble having young as the females somehow got word of what was in store for their babies. Off we ran again into the unknown and dangerous environment of our homelands. Whole groups of our families would vanish without a trace. Then it was me. While enjoying a run along a river bank, a group of these aliens surrounded me with weapons unknown and undefendable called Carrolls and rope. I became forced into a tiny space, and a part of another animal draped upon my back. I had a strange shoe put upon my feet.

I was mounted by this alien race and forced to do his will. I would fight and be beaten and abused. Then I realized I would not make it and lost my will to live. I wanted to run away and say bye-bye. I was not able to do this because of his work. I had my life saved only by giving away my soul to this alien and his hides. I was a Horse with no name soon to become burnt with a hot iron labeled and made his property. I had no hope, no future, and no self left. I dropped my head and went with him everywhere. I became known as lighting; I know not why. I was a show breed. I was of a litter pale of color. I was a Horse with a name. I was Lightning, an enslaved Horse—a possession of another animal in another land.