Even snakes have love…
but no one wants their embrace;
such coiled loneliness…
Yet nature provides…
eggs are laid…babies are hatched
and snakes slitter on.
Pity…we’re not snakes…
our eggs denied their seeds…
food for the human mongoose.
Yet…we are like dough…
rising in our due season…
and nature provides the time.
Hunger games return…
and the predators are back;
let the prey prepare…
Let the fire this time
be a control burn…clearing
our path to justice…
Freedom is not free…
it must be fought for and won:
Johnson…Ali…Us.