Kyle Paseka delivers poem from horse's perspective

Good afternoon, I'm Kyle Paseka, and I am here representing the horses.

This is for them as their spokesperson.

Hey man, take a look at what you've done.

Beat us, ride us, so you could have fun.

Whip us, race us, make us run.

We're your beasts of burden, every single one.

It's our nature to oblige.

We don't resist.

Is that why you persist?

We were once free.

Once we were creatures of beauty.

Now look at me.

Your greed and vanity is killing me.

Please let me be.

Please save me and set me free.

How proud you are when we're something new, but when we get old and tired, we're through.

Our awful fate we never knew on somebody's plate, on a menu, dog food or glue.

We're lassoed, we're tattooed, we're broken and saddled, reined in, we're shooed, and then you do with us whatever you want to do.

Beat us, eat us, brand us, strand us.

We give you thrills and then we're killed and you jump us and dump us, you wear us.

Seems you couldn't care less, so few are kind.

So many are mean.

Wonder what it is.

It feels like to be a human being.

Please save the horses.

Please save me.

You're killing me.

Let me be.

Thank you.