Monday, 25 March 2019

A Finish to Race

by deb y felio

It’s time to
slow down,
to look, to breathe,
there’s enough
for everyone
let go of your greed

dispute, debates
on lives
and whose matter
yours, mine
still bullets scatter

What if indeed
there’s no
color defined
no box to check
no longer assigned

No color
of race 
no race at all
that demands
a winner
at the cost of a fall

It’s not
a race 
for some to finish
but community
in which
no one is diminished

Slow down
be quiet
to each other listen
and maybe
a new day we’ll christen.

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