Pacing to Victory
Branches formed millennia past,
meant to divide but not in hate,
simply to stay a bloated fate.
Ignorance cause the blind to last.
Forging a road won’t be done fast,
not by force of arms, your lost face,
revenge ending in a lost chase.
Change comes through thought, grit, and patience,
not from those without commonsense.
This is no sprint… but a mixed race.
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 53 (CHASE).
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