They gallop across the sky
Like Apocalypse
They are grey and wild and make their move
Where do they want to be?
As above, so below, they cry
Men plot to make their move
Powerful is what they want to be
To gain all, they scheme and lie
As men plot to make their move
Sane is what the world must be
Man proposes, God disposes
Like Lost Horses, people strive
Free will is what we're given
To make our move
Sane is what the world wants to be
They gallop across the sky
They laugh
As horses may sometimes do.
Debbie Loraine Kean
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-horses/
