On the grand theater of life's vast stage,
A race unfolds upon a 400-meter track,
Metaphorically we engage,
In scrutinizing starting lines, no turning back.

Some stand poised upon the line's edge,
Others a step from victory's embrace,
Inherited privilege, a divisive wedge,
Defines our path, our journey's pace.

As the signal sounds, a single step decides,
The victor's fate, the race's end,
While others run, their dreams subside,
Inequity's grip, a foe to contend.