Herr *******arbeit in the Forge
Mit ein gross kiln fur schaumaking.

He heats the iron omega’s then
He crucifies them to the hooves.

When the horses of the apocalypse
Were shod a Britisher took them away.

By ship to The Promised Pastures
That were fenced and segregated.

There was a section in the corner that
Was corralled for the dumb donkeys.

When the horse’s arrived they took
Their shoes off, to the donkeys delight.

Respect, they thought, respect for
Their culture, their land their beliefs.

But no, the horses began throwing
Them over the fence into the field.

The rag and bone cart came calling
“ any auld iron any auld iron “

The shoes were all taken to a cave
To be used for something else later.

An Irish horse called Shergar who had
Joined The IRA, came to help the Donks.

Shergar had studied Greek classics and
Knew all about Icarus and Pegasus.

I will teach you to fly he said, they replied,
But we are Donkeys not pigs or horses!

Never you mind Shergar added, I’ll put an
Extra S In Pegassus and dyslexic Al-Aqsaa

Then, in October 7th 2023 it was like
Yuja ****’s flight of the bumblebees.

Al changed, changed forever
A terrible beauty was born

They cast their cold eyes on life on death
And then the not so dumb ***** flew by!