For 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

©Radiant ~ August 2017