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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