When a lion grows hungry, tameness for its tribe it finds within;

For a pride knows it must act in accord to claw a shared meal.

What are the limits of your tribe and how large should it be?

Can it be found in another, a community, a place, or even a world?

And has it grown hungry enough yet to act more commonly?

Do you feel unsatiated hunger, do you sense others gnaw?

We all know what a meal is and does for us.

Greed overtakes us all through hunger when sighting the gilded herd,

But Wrath is how that shared desire is focused into a communal feast.

Do you not see the accord we've been dealt?

But one Common Near, but one ecosystem,

Shared by one people with no one way about it.

So take little, share generously, Love Honestly, serve commonly,

And let the realization of this moment tame your fearful paranoias.

Feel your communal hunger, that we may all yet feast together beyond.

Your pride is your tribe,

How wide is up to you.

Shake off old prides,

Find new ones to share,

Regreening our Common Near.