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Writer's pictureGeorge Davis III

Our Future

Speed Limit

Who put the speed limit on these kids? Who set the travel rate slow, under light speed, and at a locked pace, with detours a plenty, that end at no-place.

Lights

Bright

Dim

Covered

Clear,

Black

White

Colored;

Lights.

Made for shining;

If they never do;

They still are

Lights.

This One

This one gives voice to a hateful vision;

this one gives vision to hateful thought.

Some telling that we’re not on the level one children,

formed in the Creator’s image,

like the peacemaker taught.

These Little Ones

Words and deeds sound out the voice; hands and feet echo the choice. A long playing tune, they reverberate; the sound!

Harm these little ones, the millstone crown.

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