Donkeys I love them poor souls

A donkey hard done by

for most of  its days

a slave to its owner

despite all the ways

it tried just to give

How it struggled to be

impressive at carrying

weight actually

in the hot weather

up hills it would fight

the steepest of  gradient

Nothing felt right

whipped if it struggled

a disunion  there

no understanding

or being aware

Despite the  unkindness

and the disrespect

the donkey would carry

and rarely object

for some mouldy hay

and a kick now and then

it was always that way

for years this would happen

the load never small

Back breaking effort

tied to the wall

when not carrying loads

a life to exert

whatever the weather

he just felt like dirt

when he got older

clearly got slow

and therefore was beaten

he had lost his glow

every

where ached

just a frenzy of fear

the donkey was sad

that was so clear

No holiday coming

a green field somewhere

to rest and retire

owners unaware

Sold  off to the factory

led into the barn

a sledgehammer used

and a terrible yarn

to tell of its demise

its poor head bashed in

and made into ejiao

from its tired and chafed skin

ejiao the Chinese use old donkey skin

and our poor Donkey gets it

he never  could win

He worked like the clappers

a slave night and day

and was fed very little

and then  led away

to the ejiao  a stripping

a killing its clear

Working animals  tragically

do live life in fear

humans are rotten

Right to  their core

emotionless  varmints

Amazingly free

of spirit

of loving

Of care or belief

from the beginning

it bore out such  grief