While watching the PBS news the other night, I was surprised by the sight of a small donkey pulling a heavy cart full of goods and a family. The scene was in a refugee camp in Pakistan. The donkey was pulling so fast with great stress in his open mouth and wide eyes. This poem is for all donkeys we will never know overseas, and to those working in Pakistan and abroad for the good of donkeys and the betterment of man. - Jenny B.

Chancery/Equity

It is by chance
I am a Donkey overseas
You'll never know
Or care for me.
And of my life
You cannot see
So many things
You'd dare not meet.
My family, they depend
On me, to keep them safe
To help them flee.
I live in war
And fear and greed
Don't turn your eyes
Away from me.
There are many things
In life, I don't understand
The death I see
The war of man.
Life is fragile at it's best
And I know I'm only
A humble guest.
And low, I know
It's hard to read
When bad things happen
To good Donkeys.
Don't turn your eyes
Away from me.
I only ask that you
Remember me,
And hope as I do
Someday I might
Live in peace
With all alike.

A poet's appendage:

And so much for my saddened verse
Count it a blessing, and a curse.
It is an honor, what I see
And so I ask, don't turn from me.
So sure your heart will know it's grown
To then leave death
Well enough alone.