I Don't Believe In Religion, For I

Now I Say That With Cruelty And Oppression It Is Everybody's Business To Interfere When They See It.

Oh! If People Knew What A Comfort To A Horse A Light Hand Is.

If A Thing Is Right It Can Be Done, And If It Is Wrong It Can Be Done Without; And A Good Man Will Find A Way.

He Has Known Joy And Violence. Felt The Warmth Of Children And The Cruelty Of Abuse. He Has Nearly Died Saving Lives And Merely Been Killed By A Drunken Act. He Has Known The Finery Of Grand Estates And The Filth Of Stinking Slums. He Has Survived Fire And Flood, Starvation And Torment. And Nothing Could Break His Spirit-or His Great Love. This Is His Life. He Is Called The Horse.

Why Don't They Cut Their Own Children's Ears Into Points To Make Them Look Sharp? Why Don't They Cut Off Their Noses To Make Them Look Plucky? One Would Be Just As Sensible As The Other. What Right Have They To Torment And Disfigure God's Creatures?