Still, Righteousness Only Transcends

The truth about The Tortoise and the Hare - a poem.

The powerful and the meek,
And the thrust into those revolutions
Of transcendency -
Can the slow devour the speedy
In that capitalization
Of rank-and-file dependency?
Sloths, in a distinctive realm,
Doomed to a cantankerous dungeon? 
Confined to a dubious castle? 
Still, the righteous only transcend,
A formula for wisps of air
Still hanging in the balance,
Longing for relevance
And dying for exposure. 

The meats shall forever land
In that exotic cage,
Anxious for the sacrifice...