The Race Poem by Caleb Tukahiirwa

The race is on, and it’s hard.
A run from what we’ve become,
A darkness that’s crept onto us
Eaten the our moral bone dry,
Stripped of its wonder innocence
Slammed with guilt and rejection

The race to salvation is here,
A run to tranquility, oneness,
Blessings wait to be embraced
As winds of festivity flow ahead;
Waves of a better life sweep in,
Life of mutual trust and respect.

The race to salvation, yes it is,
A run of jubilee, freedom, victory
It’s not about who runs best
But in whom you decide to run
If let him set the pace for you
And follow the tracks he’s laid