I was raised to value humility,
But the world no longer has patience for it.
The blight’s maw slowly closes
While life dances in the saliva along its gums.
Hungry, we wait for leaves to grow,
Imagine them swagger in the wind!
Whatever is left, it is not kind
But nor does it snicker, or roar
It breathes through a muzzle,
does not know equal,
and feeds on all within