Just Us
Justice
is it just us?
Who
look to the ever open skies?
Cursing
the cloud sailing by,
Saying
that the issue is clear,
Until
a choice between evils appear?
We
stamp our feet
Hitting
the street
Crying
out a rallying cry
We
sweat, we swear, we strive,
Weighing
if we should “take a dive”?
Carving
a deep groove
Stuck
in our cramped luge
We
lunge down around steep curves,
Avoiding
the usual arguments and nerves,
Fights,
fits, frustration, and false fears,
Arriving
at the finish line, we veer,
Into
the winner’s circle
Arms
in raised we are encircled
With
past, present, and future winners,
They
applaud these mere beginners,
Encouraging
another well-fought run,
To
demand our day in the sun
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