In silence waits the world to hear,
Victory for horses now draws near,
In silence now we wait to see,
Love and hope win triumphantly.
Now faintly heard in distance great,
The hope for this was years to wait,
The sound of hoofbeats louder now,
The people cheer then heads do bow.
Our tears flow free and hope has won,
Our horses free yes everyone,
No slaughter left across the land,
For love has won we took our stand.
The thunder grows yet louder still,
The hoofbeats are the people’s will,
No more to slaughter do they go,
We cherish them the world does know.
The sound of hoofbeat thunder roars,
On love and hope it Heavenly soars,
The hoofbeats of our horses gone,
Their spirits here with us live on.
This poem belongs to all of our American horses who have died in slaughterhouses.