This race is common to this race,
This shadow race,
Where reality is obviously hidden;
And liars speak the truth.
This race is a racist,
For it has signed this particular race,
As athletes on its trackless track.
This race complains,
For the pleasure derived in this race,
A sour cream;
Sweeter than the bitterness of Marah.
This race is happily tired of running this race,
But this race is this race’s friendly enemy.
This race is recurring,
Generation now and next,
Eagerly waiting for the baton of this race.
This race cannot continue to run this race!
For a race is on the way,
That will take this race,
To the finishing line;
Of this race.