Straws break the camel’s back, that’s what people say,
“But how does a mighty camel break beneath the weight of hay?”
“The camel doesn’t break” An avaricious salesman laughed.
“He bears the weight of straw for the sake of my craft.”
“But what kills the camel, if not the building weight?
If he survives the desert, the heat, the summer’s hate?”
“Wind wounds the camel, it strips him of his warmth,
Without his heavy load, he has no reason to go on.”
“My whip gives him purpose, he makes friends in his strife,
No point in being great if you have no struggles in life.”
“No point in being great.” The broken camel thought.
“Great but not all right, that’s what my struggles bought.”
“Without a burden, I am nothing, of worth to no one,
My burden gives me meaning yet I wish it was gone.
What is a camel if he does not suffer beneath a whip?
No more is he useful, the perfect desert ship.”
