I Rather be a Donkey (by FJ)

Me a little donkey, and men called me
an idiot of an ass, as I took a stroll
down the downtown lane, juvenile
brats mounted me for a jolly gain.
Me an ass, with wit of my own,
knew well, I am a humdrum donkey.

Chewing my share of hay on a balmy sunny day,
I idly rewound inward-mind - receded a couple of
millennium; caught a foggy glimpse of
my grate grandpa donkey,
carrying chaste yet pregnant tender virgin,
on that one awful cold night.

My lazy eye caught again - great granduncle donkey,
lending his humble young back, to the mother and
to the infant so divine; to flee in hurry on that
horrid infants slaughter night, to a distant
terrain of Pharaohs, yet my granduncle,
happily brayed - he, for men, a lowly no good donkey.

Seasons rolled by, many a moon gone by
now not so young granduncle donkey,
yet again on his wary back, carried
not so infant but the prince of tranquil, on
the path of triumph, midst of chanting multitude,
waving palms, greeting and praising “hosanna”
as their king of kings rode on my,
not so young granduncle donkey.

Today, I rather be an donkey, bear the load of bleeding cross
on my boney bare back, then be a mighty witty pompous
man; who deny, betray and crucify a deified sinless man.

by: FRANCO Joeseph