The time has come.
A flame long lit rises higher
with each generation.
No longer meek
or following a creed
that dictates second-class status,
Do not ask me to refute this,
for I can not. Nothing will stop
their search for equality.
Its progress may seem slow,
but a blackbird in the wind
will still choose its course.
This is my response to Wordle 577 at The Sunday Whirl.
blackbird / flame / wind / time / cross / me / woman / meek / seem / creed / search / earth
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