My High Horse and I

My High Horse and I

Together we’ve stood,
My high horse and I
Since I had a conscience.
Be it from the womb,
4, 8 or 9,
That stroppy 13,
Or one yet to divine.

We’ve always got on well,
My high horse and I,
Always known we were right.
They’ve never listened, they probably never will.
Their machinery won’t allow it.
A malfunction in their ears.
A malfunction in no tears.

We don’t mind being alone,
My high horse and I.
Rather be outcast than succumb to their will.
We protest through our minds
To their blood for gain.
How can they not see?
That they are to blame?

It was never because of us,
My high horse and I.
The innocent fools in ever-wondering schools
Of thoughts such as this,
Such as that.
The robots carry on down on Earth,
But we’re up here.
Safety in numbers.