deciding fate
by the second,
we run on a path
of twisted karma
we thought we threw away,
only to dig up old bones,
pieces of our past
left behind
like miles on a road,
we run on the asphalt,
following
the little white lines,
perforating weakness
with heavy footprints;
we march into the sunrise;
taking our weapons--
our staff of hope,
the spear of light,
fighting off injustice
with wisdom
Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster
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