Debauched horsemen, (poem) by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER on AuthorsDen

Debauched horsemen,
by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER → (All Poetry by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Again four horses die for spectacles, I speak for them, for they cannot
There were four, Precious beings all, Innocent to boot, Ran around in circles mean, Beaten and distressed, Where, the arena of Rome? No the Calgary stampede, Wagons ho, In circles do they go, The brutes, hand in till, At gates of hell, Three hundred million if you will, Entertainment, a circus, Nero knew about them, Too, our Prime Minister, Please the crowd, The rude and loud, Leather reams, A two hand fisted, Whips to pain their asses, Tear flesh, and tear my soul, Ran them in the ground, Where their bones now found, Innocent they were, No one stopped to care, No tombs no cross for them, No religion did they have, Unlike us superior beings, Low life’s, brutal killers, Gratify our end, with poppies, End to end among hallowed holes, Our goodness, engraved in granite, Pleading for God’s mercy, Be ever thankful, I am not God,©13/07/2010

Reviewed by Jerry Engler

Reviewed on August 18, 2010

Well done, Jasmin. I've seen many rodeos, but not the Calgary event. I've never liked everything I've seen, but I do know the culture....Jerry

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on July 16, 2010

Jasmin, it leads one to wonder if there exists even one iota of true human compassion. A very sad commentary for "HUMANITY?" May peace and love be always with you my friend. Jon Michael

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on July 14, 2010

Sickening spectacle, all bets are off. Patrick

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

A thought provoking gem.

GOD BLESS YOU
TONY

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

VERY SAD........... WONDERFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Unlike us superior beings,
Low life�s, brutal killers

A very sad indictment of our 'superior' species. And you speak well on behalf of all the species that cannot speak for themselves.

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on July 13, 2010

Good poetry, Jasmin...sounding echos heard throughout the land. Corrupt horsemen become the bones at the hands of their jurors doling out the punishment. Justification in the highest degree manifests here in Debauched horsemen...be well.

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by John Flanagan

May I be your helper when you deal out punishment? I'd be honoured, Jasmin.

John