OF MULES AND MEN

Is there pride left

In a mule,

Who the burdens of men

Has mutely borne?

Though he may kick and balk

When wrongly stroked,

Or falter in the wake

Of a gurgling stream-

When called upon…

Or coaxed onto, by duty’s beck

Our wares he bears with saintly grace-

Like one whose calling, alas is found.

Leroy was a working man

He worked real hard……

But his time was short;

He had his bills and mouths to feed

He worked himself to death!

Is there another hell for Leroy

When the one swallowed him alive

Was gifted him at birth?

For his soul’s relief, God please forbid

For a man is not a mule.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi ©