The Race Poem by cliff kawerani
The Race
We were the first that arrived
Yet for their signature we strived
Inferior! Of cream care we were denied
He died; they lied-sympathy untied
Then echoed a hair's thick whisper
With newborn rules a novel world is it
The golden ruling tiara, money bears
Have to fete the fit pockets
But save the heart if like me
For no more to the swift is this race
Saturday, November 10, 2012
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