Race Relations
They run faster because they’re being chased
They turned their velocity into Olympic Gold Medals
And their pursuers are those whose hands rock the cradle
While they thought the runners were sleeping
They were patiently waiting for their season
And this is their reason
They know when they compete they will win
While their pursuers wallow in their sins
Because now they are where the pursued had been
And that's the end
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