A donkey with stacks on its back br Takes what joy in his traipse on roads flinty br Be they sand bags or sandal planks br Earns those same hayricks, as ultimate fees br br For a menial, crushing clods br What Sunshine in life, his moil can dawn br In paddy fields or for precious lodes br Rakes the same rewards of few steel coins br br Mind you! The meaning of these alms br Tossed by mean masters at their thralls’ grovel br “Alive they come for one more Diem br To fill rosters at the chime of the bell” br br With ample breath to toil and shrivel br But not enough to question and rebelbr br sathya narayanabr br