The world has transformed

And has turned stygian than ever

For here, big foots have arrived

To crumple new buds, flatter

Before a new fulguration,

Can spark in sight

A thick brunce appears

To hide it about

When a new dawn

Tries to arrive

The gloaming

Pulls it behind, out of sight

The race is on

With puissant people leading

& pioneers

Holding, waiting………

Those crumpled & pushed back

Are never as weak as slack

But are dauntless

As they never quit

Because they know that

If there isn’t a loser

There could never be a winner!!