Your reasons are not mine. A soldier tries to get his ass (donkey) to move but it won’t as it sees no benefit. The enemy is probably not as cruel.
Your reasons are not mine.
Crane Poetry Visual
“Get up! Let us flee from the Foe,”
Said the Man: but the Ass said, “Why so?”
“Will they double my load,
Or my blows? Then, by goad,
And by stirrup, I’ve no cause to go.”
Your reasons are not mine.