He roared aloud before his last fight; for his God-right to be alive, in peace.
He trudged and swam, and waded and ran; and then rested at heaven’s gate.
No hate; no pity, no rage; Just love and a sincere plea to play.
To smile and jump, and climb on humps; to learn, discover, grow old with his brother.
None of it happened; these simple needs denied, he cried; he drowned and died.