No, those evils out of my control,
I will not accept them.

Perhaps they do indeed
supersede my small sphere,
but I’ll not linger here
in wait while hatred seethes.

Change does come slow
but over eons igneous ignorance
will cool, foul lava
will crystalize to stone.

Always equilibrium and entropy
will rise and fall. So be it.

But my promise is this,
these calories I have to burn
will be well spent
in this dance, not on tip toe 

but in full swing and
in full sweat,
uncompromised by 
shy half steps, resolute
in the measured rest,

to overthrow within my breast,
the prejudice and scorn
that I have learned.