Yes, Kings Ride Donkeys Poem by Doug Blair

They seem hopeful
As down the Mount of Olives
You descend.
And this a small part
Of all your emptying of self
Near bitter end.
The beast submissive
Clopping on this path
Your God has made.
Does he foresee
This regal road
Of prophecy
Where palms are laid?
They cheer
'So blessed art thou
Who comes by mission of the Lord'.
But can they tell
That slaughter is the ransom rare
Til now ignored?
Oh yes they smile
With happy thoughts
His kindness by the Lake.
But can they face
The grueling Roman gibbet
True mercies undertake?
No..no
They'll turn
From groanings of the King
Disgusted by a passive death
Could THIS their freedom bring?