• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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The Scottish Horse Squadron , Perth 1914

Oh aye we've looked
horses in the eye.
Those poor blinkered souls
sweat and tremble beneath men
like our country's women.

Mute creatures, bridled and led
into the fray of protest,
jostle shoulder to shoulder
against us as we sing outside
the prison today. Our voices will
be heard. We will get the vote, spit
the bit from our mouths
but who speaks for them?