Ecstatic crowds their guest acclaim,
Advancing on a donkey’s back,
Oblivious to their destined shame
That shall be writ on History’s plaque.
Grand Masters with approval hear,
Ecstatic crowds their guest acclaim,
Their deeper residential fear,
Conspire masses’ ire to blame.
The faithful in confusion, lame,
The way with palms and cloaks bedeck,
Ecstatic crowds their guest acclaim –
Did this a Nation’s future wreck?
Only reflection would define,
Immortalized by rider’s name,
That all this happened by design,
Ecstatic crowds their guest acclaim!
© Meanderings 2016
Autumn Ambles 