The coach and the horses
Running on the rough terrain
Galloping in force to reach
destination
The rising dust flow behind the
coach
The coachmen smile
Feeling the greatness in their heads
The free ride of speed
The sound of galloping horses’
hooves
The delivery of goods and mails
The outskirt towns need it
The coach and the horses
Galloping at full speed
Until one horse decides to slow down
The coachmen can’t get the other
horses to run
Every horse decides to behave in
slow throttle
The men stop and go to investigate
They know the risks involved
This is a wild country
There is no rule here
Every man must save his own skin
They found a nail in the horse’s
hoof
Slowly it is pulled out
They know they can’t reach on time
The enemies appear from nowhere
“Give us your goods
We leave you in one piece
There is no negotiation”
The coachmen unloaded the goods
See the robbers take them away
Leaving them in the open space
Until they hear gun shots bang
“We are here to return your goods
We don’t like robbers or bad people
Now have a safe journey”
The coachmen don’t know what to say
The good people must march ahead
Do not let the flying daggers take
root
It makes a mockery of our efforts
Cage the bad for good
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