A Donkey's Tale
I see your stare, I see you care
I see your pity I see that you almost dare…
Tears fill my eyes, sadness is etched on my face
Look upon me and see deaths embrace
I feel it in my aged bones, one day soon, I'll be free
Death will be my escape, hopefully…
Still I have many pain filled days to bear
The weight of the world upon my shoulders
Scraping and scuffing are the burdens holders
Sun pounds down, I'm weary beyond belief
I crave some water, some shade… anything for some relief
Instead I'm rewarded with another pack on my back
As my aged blisters begin to crunch and crack
Knee's about to give, I try not to tumble
I hear my master's irritation, I hear him grumble
His angers building up as usual, I hear him rage n roar
I try to set off, but I just can't move no more
I see his anger, he raises his whip,
It stings, it hurts as it's brought down on my injured hip
I wait for the next, it never comes. I see him frown
As I struggle… thrash… bumble… and fall
Seems to take forever until I hit the ground
This time I know it's over, once and for all
After what seems like forever, the dust settles around…
Eyes barely open, I see him run as he gets me a drink
Water tastes nice, but it's not enough this time…
A look of sadness crosses my master's face, also regret I think
I feel it's too late, I'm just too tired and weary
At last the rest I desired has finally come and I can sleep
I feel myself going my eyes are getting bleary
I feel for my brothers, who suffer and who have yet to endure
For this hatred, anger, abuse and cruelty, I pray for a cure
Copyright © Amar Qamar | Year Posted 2016
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