100 Bucks for 2 Rounds

When houses were made out of stones and the royals lived in palaces, We were honored,loved and respected.

When men waged war for lands and pride,when they had to defend their glory,

We were the inarguable strength of their kingdom.

When the smokeless machines used to run the life and wheels were driven by only one force, We were that indisputable sole driving spirit.

When even the greatest of warriors carrying lethal weapons had to clad themselves under ferrous sheaths, We made them fierce by letting them ride on our back and tear their enemies apart.

Sands of time slipped and for us the world revolved into the dark.

Though our capabilities have still remained unchanged,our dignity has got blown away into pieces.

The sun still sets the same orange while the dust still moves with the speed of the wind, But we now stand vulnerably,under a man’s commands whose evening chow depends on us.

We who were once the protectors of the realm, We who once defined a legend’s splendor, We who once decided the fate of the greatest battles mankind has ever seen,

Are now a poor creature who just fascinates tourists, Are now a powerless servant who just obeys the man’s whip, Are now a penny earning mobile which is not driven by it’s own will.

And the irony is we can’t even curse the mankind,because after all we are JUST HORSES.