The End of a Line
Enshrine their, her, and his story.
While they bathed the ages in lye.
one still in iron, one a tie,
one a boss, one inventory.
One has choice, one mandatory.
One in front, the other the back.
The line starts here and ends in black.
The future is rising, grab that ring.
Make lady justice’s scale swing.
No slowing down, stay the attack.
HERE is some of my recent poetry related to Black Lives Matter to scroll through.
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 11 STORY. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)
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