Equity.
Equity sits rusted and abandoned on the railroad tracks at dusk.

Able.
Strength intact, although currently camouflaged by humanity.
Desolate in the wake.
Lost in translation.

Fearless.
Sitting on the edges of town.
In limbo in the dark places, leaning towards the light.

Waiting.
Ever present on the frontlines of regimes and renegades, rising and falling.
Tattooed with scars sustaining the stories of our ancestors.
Yearning for evolution.
Anticipating awakening.