Man missing,
like rain carried in the breeze
precipitating from humidity,
stability ridden to rear his seed.
A protest swelling more like,
without a scorn motion
of hearing the voice born
that would come to weigh a ton.
Beating around opportunities
dodging the bush on fire,
expect the expected,
a spawn raised on the lower tier.
Reckless youth,
a scathed root
of this sorry truth,
still precious.
-Jg