Flames flew from Salem to Soweto, Fanned by freedom's winds In sails stubborn like mules Seeking the rights ofΒ Β thoroughbreds And the thrill of the trifecta;
But in the land of speed Horses and zebras reign And the mules, They dream of pristine barns With piles of fresh hay And corn...
Dry, white, primed For revolution by fire Like crimson race-cards And threadless black tires...