Now, because you own, you possess,
You have something that they can take.
You remember how it was when you had nothing,
You looked at the ones that had what you wanted and you felt strong in
your need,
Brave in your limited surroundings, righteous in your desire for
something different.
Contempuous of those who had exactly what you wanted.
You hated them because they looked weak and slightly scared.
An you circled the waterhole and thought about closing in.
Now you have it, you feel weak in your power to keep it.
You feel desparate to make them see, that you won't let them take it
away.
Because it's yours. You never had to justify yourself and possessions
before.
"I earned this. I worked hard for what I got. I paid my dues. I deserve
this."
You say these things to yourself as the animals circle and wait.
Shake your fists at the hyenas. Chase them away from your waterhole.
Justifiy. See them all differently. Now you see that they all want
something.
They want exactly what you got.
Human gets some juice. Human becomes prey. Human gets scared.
You figure out that you have to be hard to keep it yours. You have to be
cruel.
You have to kill them off just for looking. Leave the bodies by the
waterhole so the rest will see.
Hang spent bullet cases from fishing line outside of all the windows of
your house.
Put up signs- 'Please break in. I would love the oppurtunity to kill you
legally."
Let the fear turn into desparate anger. Start seeing the differences in
people.
They all start looking suspecious. They...all...want.
Out there, someone is always needy. Always hungry. Always looking at
you.
Checking your eyes for weekness. Zeroing in on the vein on your neck.
Because they cicle the waterhole, and close in
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