The Last Race.

Space a defensible grain that will not in time
Call out in darkness and depth it’s true pillars
Or new agings conforming to the now spoken
That be forever the world to view the last race
To run carry and reach harmony with little evil
To see the scorn your America to raising flags
The prayer these days are the seeds to glory
So much for the flags upholding our vision
Though time has not seen been covered by dust
Dawns night it is now the wait, dawns early wait
Now the wait forever in line is a vote to remain
Calling for change against the rung of empty bars
The sounds still it seems keeps mind memory away
It will be your last mile race until the newest island
In time as we together reach.
(C) Daniel A McMahon