100 Years
So much can change in 100 years.
You can travel very far,
But this change can be exhausting,
And sometimes it's too damn hard.
A change began 100 years ago,
The start of something new and great.
Some say that change was it, enough.
For some change still comes too little, too late.
So find the joy in the change we've had.
Celebrate those who went before,
But keep drawing your battle lines in the sand,
And it is never the time to stop asking for more.
Tuesday, 6 February 2018
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