Zywa Relay race

As long as we can we'll walk
in circles together
the youngest in the outer lane

acquire meters and learn a lot
are handed more and more
batons stories where we are

heading a finish line
behind which no one needs
to run anymore hand in hand

we will walk on we will
live in peace we will all be
winners no relay race anymore

the youngest in the outer lane
grandma's on the inside bend
close to the black hole

Poem 1072
Amsterdam, 2017-02-23

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: People: mankind 
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