Sakwa Franc

Black Donkey Became Tired

A land was quiet, love was a language

In its environment, a tranquil haven of peace and serenity ruled

Green Cypress danced joyfully to the tune of wind

Streams of pure water competed to unleash their lives.

In its palace, Black Donkey ruled perfectly.

 

A strange voice was heard on the land

The sounds of galloping hooves of strangers

A palace was invaded, a king was deserted

White horses were on the land, a race began

Strong to survive, war of cries filled air

 

Fields were scorched, jaws of hunger sapped the land. 

Flaming sticks of strangers consumed the palace

Black Donkey fought, all His courage was spent

Arrows of betrayal drained all strength

A palace grew weak, it was reduced to shreds

 

A steeplechase race continued, Black Donkey Became tired

A palace was divided , White horses reigned

Boundaries were drawn, King and Queen separated

Freedom was gone, epitome of power became a fantasy

A Black Donkey pulled a cart, all His fodder was gone

 

The same cry was heard in a neighbor\'s yard.

Love was no longer a language, all subjects groaned

Young ones lacked milk, crumbs of bread were seen not eaten

Strong governors were taken captive to foreign lands

All day long , they worked in the fields.

 

A ray of hope stroke His mind, a king remembered

Children learned wisdom, knowledge became power

To fight and restore tranquility on the land , was a call

Courage became a partner, feeble knees were strengthened

A king doesn\'t die, He only looses his power

 

White horses were gouged ,  A black voice roared

Freedom was restored, a wounds failed to heal

Ink of boundaries of divisions, dried and bolded on the land.

Eyes saw freedom  ears conceieved hope , but mind was still in a cage 

White Horses bled, faintly walked back to their land.