Overwhelming Odds

I feel the weight of overwhelming Odds
Stacked up
Against my tiny glimpse of hope

A bloody-mindedness handed down
Through the Ages
From generation to generation
Spoiled
By seeking salvation
In other’s loss

Their sullied armies marching
To the dread beat of defeat
Instead of finding cause
To celebrate
This miracle handed down
Through the Ages
From generation to generation
With Love

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