Untitled for Ji Jaga

In the garden, things grow
nurtured, soil turned, watered.
In time, from the soil, seedlings
breakthrough.
In Time, the grass turns from
brown, to lime, to green to
brown, and weeds crawl through
invasive, creeping slowly,
turning green grass brown
then dying
In Time. A man turns,
ages, learns, becomes
understood and this life
takes time. In 40 years a tree
is still young, still growing.
In Time, a people, oppressed
destroyed, learn to live and fight
for rights, die, reborn, learn to fight
back
against the weeds turning green
to brown.
In Time, short time, people
expect it all to go away.
A President, the athletes, singers,
a people, like weeds, hurting,
contributes to brown
patches.
In a week, I scream Gil-
Geronimo, and realize
we are like grass
In time