Life is a spec of illusion
in this moment of history,
in this hour for empathy,
we are ripe with no delusion.
To gain victory’s conclusion
into the storm’s eye, we must go,
against the rage-fueled inferno.
With spirit of a promised land,
and power of the strong right hand,
freedom fires in our hearts shall grow.
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 16 GROW. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)
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