A Compilation of Pony Poetry

I watch her shed a single tear
Her face is stained, but it is clear
I see despair and hatred there
Beneath the sheath of fear

It glimmers once, reminding me
Of when our land was pure and free
Where we stood tall, where one and all
Lived blissful harmony

They came like the unyielding ground
Exploding forth without a sound
And what remains are only stains
Where once beauty was found

Now all of us are slaves and tools
For selfish, vain, and hateful fools
Our bodies used, our minds abused
As master laughs and drools

She slips away with hanging head
Uncaring of the gem she shed
The stain soon dries, to my sad eyes
Like hope; vanished and dead