#18 - Ven, Burro, Ven
The sun so unforgiving,
pounds down from the skies.
And as we struggle to keep living-
We must believe in our lies.
Hunger, we have not-
and our bellies swish with water.
In truth, our stomachs knot-
sandpaper tongues as it gets hotter.
Ven, burro, ven…
I beg you, don’t surrender,
and in turn I won’t lay down.
And together we’ll see splendor-
once we arrive at the next town.
The sand is soft beneath our feet,
making it harder to progress.
How much longer it will be
is but anybody’s guess.
Ven, burro, ven…
I need you here at my side,
as much as you need me.
I will gladly be your guide-
if you will grant me company.
Together, we shall endeavour
and brave this desert landscape.
No excuses whatsoever-
We must achieve our escape.
Ven, burro, ven…
Just until that horizon is defeated
soon it’ll all be over and done.
We’ll soon become depleted-
but not until this war is won.
We’ll arrive with tales to share-
and drink to our hearts content.
And I will toast to you, there-
A companion heavensent.
Ven, burro, ven…
I can see it unfolding now,
and I say my thank yous in advance.
And offer up this honest vow-
without you, I wouldn’t have had a chance.
I’ll always remember your kindness,
that you didn’t leave me behind.
And I promise I’ll treat you no less-
for a better friend I’ll never find.
Ya llegamos. Aqui estamos.
Gracias por todo, burro. Gracias.
~Ramblings Of A Crazy Man, #18 (Ven, Burro, Ven)
