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
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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