Each life is but a fleeting verse
A moment marred by time
A blessing, and sometimes, a curse
In rhythm and in rhyme
The portrait of both joy and pain
Of loss and laughter too
One chance, that will not come again
No matter what you do

Should we go forth within this chance
In anger or in force
Or pick a sustainable stance
That offers some recourse
Remembered for the good within
Or for a violent path
To honor different colored skin
And change, the aftermath
 

For every soul, there is a choice
To each their own to choose
There is great power in each voice
To change oppressive views
Each soul is special in their way
The world theirs to traverse
How would you choose to plan your stay
Through life’s but fleeting verse
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