-------A New Day-------
The power of men
is clung
to
By hands
that have no other hand
to hold.
It is a fragile existence,
top-heavy
and about to fall.
For there is
a new day
coming
A world unbound from gender,
from race,
from possession.
And as a green wave,
like diamonds,
curls upon the rocks
A ripple of our dream
returns out
to the Sea.
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