Finishing touches

To eat of substance
While starving the flesh,
That is our test.
A testimony in temporary turmoil.
Turning one cheek to the other
As life bruises ego’s.
Leaving a tainted taste of defeat.
We arose from dust;
Dancing with ballroom memories,
Youthful playing by recess school
Ready for only the soft ledges
Many are too afraid to jump from.
Casualties occur at random
In the atmosphere of the same.
Repetitive repeats of shortcomings
And bad intentions
All made up from us
All the ingredients
For a melting pot of peace.


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