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And donkeys are for peace

Posted by Simon Parke, 23 March 2018, 5.44am

He comes on a donkey

Horses for war, donkeys for peace

Triumphal entrance, it is named a triumph

A city bowing and scraping, placards for hope

The poorer sort at least, with their palms and desperation,

(The rich and religious are busy elsewhere, minding their schemes and their fear.)

But on the merry street, as scripture foretold

‘See, your king comes to you, righteous and victorious, lowly and riding on a donkey’

And donkeys are for peace

And hopeful hosannas

But not for how things are, the placards don’t count

For the Sanhedrin feels sick at mention of a king

And the Romans on edge in this faraway madhouse

And only four will stand by his cross, not a lot

The triumph dissolved and slipping away

Like sand through bloodied fingers, abandoned at source

And donkeys are for peace

And donkeys are for peace

And donkeys are for peace

But not for how things are


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