His parents weave baskets.
How could they have known
their son would leave
and strike out
against corruption?
Become a hero
hungering
for justice?
The regime weaves strategies
to retain power
and contain rebellion,
but the fibers will not hold
like those of love and alliance.
He is dying for his mother
for his father and solidarity,
heroically alone,
but there are millions
holding their breath
with hope
the basket holds.
