Don’t kick the donkey kick his owner

Donkey’s are a loving soulful group
of equine friends
they are never beasts of burden
that aura now transcends
all the empty reasoning
that ever came from man
who knows well of his cruelty
and when it began

when money entered the affray
when profits took the stage
that’s when the poor Donkey
wandered off the page
loaded up and heavy
groaning under strain
feet torn by the fragments
and wetted by the rain

that’s when he was beaten
his attitude was seen
as recalcitrant when he was just exhausted
he had been
up and down the hill all day
his back was broken by
those heavy bricks
and mortar
how much he had to pay

and then to feel the masters stick
crashing down on him
the pain the woe and feeling low
becoming inside grim
trying to get up and walk
and do some more and try
but the heart just giving out
and the donkey he did die

and as he gasped aloud for breath
his master swore about his breath
the lazy donkey let me down
carrying my bricks out of town
there was no point to carry on
and he closed his eyes
and of course was gone