At birth,
a tag on the wrist
generates a list
of places one may roam.
The concept of race
limits the space
a man can call his home.
In life,
beliefs chance provided
keep us divided
and confuse our sense of right.
Our level of wealth
dictates our health
and who will win the fight.
In death,
that tag on the toe
won’t help us to know
if we’re off to fire or glory.
It’s not what we take,
but the love we make
that’ll shape the final story.
Sailing to windward
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