Squeak! The furry critters run,
Although they knows not what for.
Ah... the rat race has begun.
Always scampering for more,
Run... Run... RUN! There is no end.
We will get there soon they swore.
Cannot tell who’s foe, who’s friend.
Climbing over, bodies down.
Is there some way to transcend?
Blood, tears, sweat, fears. All do drown.
Silent screaming. What is life?
If you don’t fight you’re the clown.
All is darkness in this strife.
Does anyone really care?
Who knows if I take the knife?
Suddenly a light, a stare.
Another option spoken.
Someone else who is aware.
How can I take it, broken?
Words of peace, and not compared.
“Accept the proffered token”.
So from the race I was spared,
Peace, freedom, a place to breathe!
Then... return to those ensnared.
03 March 2020
Title Chosen: A Lull
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 14-Tristich
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Antakia Rose | Year Posted 2020
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