Rushing Toward Mediocrity
Let’s all just be average,
no rich and no poor
Excuses our quotient,
single digits the score
Masquerading as fairness,
our heritage veiled
In lock step we march,
voices mute—nothing hailed
(The New Room: February, 2021)
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