Good fortune favours the brave, or so ‘they’ say
But it seems pretty accidental to me…
The tragedies and travesties of far away,
Edge ever closer and then just slip and slip into the sea.  

How many times can we stand to be shocked 
Before a real evolution occurs?
How many rockets and bombs need to be dropped 
Before a working method can be spurred?

Between the unmoving history of opposing forces
And the salient fixtures of pride, race and God
And the million messages from a million different sources
There is a different road waiting to be trod. 

And between staring at the screen and writing shared notes
That condemn the present in regard to the upcoming news,
A certain kind of fortune is offered by chance.
A humility that can exist to bruise.




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