A poem of progression.

misplaced displaced full throttled rat race

from deep within the earth to far outer space

set etched in stone tyrannies of waste

grace held in check by the autonomous lace

of corruption and destruction swiping every face

without trace or pace or leap of faith towards haste

of minds melted in prejudice casted mold taste

sour upon the tongue of society’s young trace

out some history from the former generations place

and see if time benefits their minds journey; hearts embrace

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