We Are But Donkeys
Let the King take His ride
On the street paved with glory
The hails and the cheers
The shouts and the screams
They are not meant for us
But the One that we carry
For we are but donkeys
Let His choice not irk us
Should he pick a mule ne'er ridden
Or one without a medal
A newbie to pedal
May we remain content
To work while we're hidden
For we are but donkeys
May we never take pride
On the miles that we cover
It is not by our strength
Nor is it by our might
We achieve such great feat
But by the hand of our lover
For we are His donkeys
©Chidiogo Radiant ~ August 2017
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