On A Donkey Cart

 It began as a seed, to be watered with grace..

In a land full of wonder, with borders of lace..

But the untilled wiles, of pride raised its head..

Transmitting dryness, so wilted and dead.

Unto the cities, so bright and so fair..

The hopes of the morning, were filled with great cheer.

But the stain of the stranger, was beckoned within..

And the good land of promise, became tainted with sin.

A beacon of light, was thought to be seen..

While daisies and roses, were clustered between.

As hope of release, began as a friend..

The wiles of the enemy, brought dust to the end.

Where hunger and passion, wore garments of praise..

The dances of wolves, enticed every gaze.

An oasis in the desert, no longer was near..

As portals were opened, to welcome with cheer.

My Oh My... these drinkers of milk..

Beyond their comprehension, their pride was not silk.

A barren land shouted, the promise of gold..

And on a donkey cart, their hearts went so cold.