The hoofs scarred the earth
As they they across
Releasing energy of every
Emotion
The mane runs along side
Rippling like the patriotic flag
It bends and bows to every breeze
The rumble of the running
Is like music of the earth
The snorts are are the cries of war
Compared to the shots and explosions
They race through the trenches
Faster than in the fields
They even wear they're own uniform
The leather dances on their backs
As they dodge the bullets
Their sense of duty belongs to the soldiers
Running to find their wound decorated
Comrades, hiding in the mud
Waiting for hope
Everybody remembers the soldiers
And the war mothers
But not any of the other
Volunteers