The scent of blood within the water
Draws predators from near and far,
Eager to capture sides from slaughter
Like vultures in the time of war.
The injured party has begun
To flail—surprised by the attack—
As now he must face not just one
But thousands must be driven back.
The odds against survival seem
To counter peril so extreme
Unlikely, and I see it well.
Jussie Smollett, they circle round,
The predators urged to exploit
If sense in spectacle be drowned—
No solace in your awful plight.
The facts may never out indeed
(While I have noted lies aplenty),
Miracles prone to intercede
Ten years too late, fifteen or twenty.
Could I raise up a clarion call
I’d rouse defenders in the cause
Of justice—but the rabble all
Clamor for blood apart from laws.