In a world of predators and prey I live by grazing near the lake
I still remember the taste of my mother's milk
As I now gaze at my own reflection.
They say we line in a chain
But I think different
I can't stand a thought of prey
So I live to be different.
Jua is seen by those who never graze
But set to feed off those by taste
Jua kutua breaks early for my kind
Position of power has set like time.
Like scathing attacks committed on paper
She is not as different like my petrus neighbour
Who had profess life of ample perfidy
Only to be welcomed by the world's pit.
[Israel Xaba: 1 May 2024]