Loved and Hated In Equal Measure

Introduction

They love me when it comes to service delivery but they seem to hate me in equal measure.

This is evidenced by the canes meted out on me each day. A beast of burden, they call me. When will salvation come?

This poem tries to vent out a donkey’s anger in a man’s world. It is a distant cry on cruelty to animals. How dare we hurt a creature that has no voice?


From a distant past I came

My charge a load to bear

An ass a sir name they gave

The Beast of burden I was

Deep emotions concealed

A voice denied from birth


Hear my voice oh lord

For the last time ask I

A rescue I plead of you

Entrapped no words to say

To me a cane you spared

Ferrying you to Jerusalem


A red carpet got I

Never today to forget

Eons gone behind me

Many a burden I bore

A voice I wish I had

A protest I wish to make


A trillion days lived I

A trillion canes got I

My scars a story to tell

Yet once was I allowed

A voice to air my views

To obstinate Balaam the great


Yesterday’s whack got I

Today got I another

A wallop comes tomorrow

My backside aches

Love me they claim

Yet many a beating got I


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Overwhelmed by anger

A bite I give

When pushed to the wall

A kick I give

Blows come raining

A feed I barely get


His breakfast I ferried

A beating I got

His lunch I carried

A kick I got

The dinner I fetched

A walloping I got


Early on the morrow

I wake to the same

My backside aches

Yet once was I allowed

A voice to air my views

To obstinate Balaam the great


How I now yearn

For a day to come

Where both we stand

Before the good Lord

My ears desire

A plea from man


A beating I got

To quicken my pace

Another I got

To carry overload

Stubborn is the name

A baptism I got


The horse my cousin

Pampered and groomed

A beating never got

It drives me to envy

A complaint he neighs

While mine I bray


No kind ear to listen

My bray a waste to wind

To speak I wish I could

Yet once was I allowed

A voice to air my views

To obstinate Balaam the great


Oh, how I wish to God

Our roles with man to switch

A wallop to give at will

Till man’s hide is sore

Like he metes out on me

Each day of work


Three beatings got I

From Balaam my master

To him did I speak

To me he spoke back

Like men talk to men

No qualms man spoke to ass


No kind ear to listen

My bray a waste to wind

To speak I wish I could

Yet once was I allowed

A voice to air my views

To obstinate Balaam the great


From dawn to dusk I toil

My work you claim to love

No cake or drink to fill

A nap I barely get

Only men accomplish the feat

To love and hate in equal measure


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Anjili 4 years ago from planet earth, a humanoid Author

Hi Alexander Mark,

I'm glad you took time to read and comment on my hub. Thanks for your positive remarks on man's treatment of the beast of burden. I wondered how they would reciprocate if they ever acquired a voice. Many animals continue to suffer under man's yoke. I wish we could treat them better. Thanks again for the visit. Please do come again.


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Alexander Mark 4 years ago from beautiful, rainy, green Portland, Oregon

I enjoyed this poem, it lays bare the fact that many animals in human service are mistreated, but the ass all the more.

You are right, animals have no voice and God wanted us to take good care of the animals that served us (Thou shalt not muzzle the ox when he treadeth out the corn). If we are to allow the ox to munch while working, we are certainly not to beat them!


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Anjili 4 years ago from planet earth, a humanoid Author

Hi Docmo,

I'm glad to see you here. I couldn't help thinking about the donkey's predicament under man's mercy when we celebrated the day of the donkey. The words just flowed. Thanks for the glowing remarks and the vote. You are most welcome.


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Docmo 4 years ago from UK

This is absolutely brilliant. The Donkeys POV is captured so eloquently and lovingly. This should be an anthem for RSPCA.. and anyone who metes out animal cruelty. This reminded me of another poem ( I think by GK Chesterton) about the Ass that carried Mary into Bethlehem. voted up/awesome!


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Anjili 4 years ago from planet earth, a humanoid Author

Hi BeyondMax,

Thanks for your positive remarks. It is indeed sad how man can love the services offered and yet kick back for a reward. If donkeys had a voice, what really would they say? You are most welcome and please do come again.


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BeyondMax 4 years ago from Sydney, Australia

It's interesting and captivating. I can't help but feel really sad, beautifully expressed.


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Anjili 4 years ago from planet earth, a humanoid Author

Hi TTombs08,

I'm happy to see you here. We had an opportunity to celebrate a day dedicated to the donkey. A thought came to mind "Suppose a donkey could speak", what would it say to man? only to realize that The Book talks of an incident when a donkey was given a voice. I had to try entering its brain to decipher its thoughts towards us. I still believe it would have said more, judging from my vain attempt. A voice from all silent creatures. They speak but we hear not. Thanks for checking in, and please, come again.


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TToombs08 4 years ago from Somewhere between Heaven and Hell without a road map.

I really enjoyed this poem from the donkey's perspective. I had a horse that was more like a mule than a horse, but I loved him with all my heart. :) Voting this up and then some. :)


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Anjili 4 years ago from planet earth, a humanoid Author

Hi teaches12345,

I usually get an odd feeling on encountering a heavily loaded donkey. I couldn't help imagining what they would say to man if allowed to speak. The poem just came up, reminding me of the only time a donkey spoke out in protest to Balaam. Thanks for your positive remarks and observation.


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teaches12345 4 years ago

This reminds me of the Biblical account of Balaam's donkey. These beasts of burden often carry much more than the physical loads in life. Enjoyed your poem and the portrayal of a donkey's thoughts towards those who are his master. It is a love/hate relationship for them.

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