Poetry Dice Challenge Week 29. Poem: When the time for balance is ripe

when chains delink and mutate to build bridges,

when feet freely tread these bridges and create tracks

and these tracks lead to an abundance of unfettered dreams,

when these dreams shoot myriads of stars that

topple skyscrapers catering for the Ones,

when the falling castles smash the conventional glass and

minds open themselves to believe

that the oceans can eventually run out of fish,

when the time for justice is ripe.