As of late, I am struggling with hope
As I think we all are, our persona
Is under strain, powerful conflict
Raging between what is right
Not left, not left, but what is easy
Rage expounds, it impounds, develops
It’s own cells of water boarded isolation
And we stand, amok, impotent and wondering
What things can be done, proposed
Without the amygdalial response, pulsing
The fervent push of defensive anger
What can be done when no one seems
To listen?
As of late, I am struggling with hope
As I know we all are, our people
Cowing to the lowest, accepting trash
Eugenics are frowned upon, racism is
Undeniable sin, we are capable of rational
Thought, wrapping us, binding us up
I posit that souls from heaven lined
We do not decide our birthright or family
But society should value the new souls
See the gold, from the silver, from bronze
Outside of circumstance, skin, economics
I ask the impossible, demand it wholly
With reverence?
As of late, I am struggling with hope
As I see that you are, yourself
Looking for purpose among services
Seeking value among things without such
Measure, and you look upwards, hoping
A plan exists, and all is inevitable
But we were not allowed this existence
With the shallow plan of death on earth
Such cowardice! Such idiocy! Such
Unbelief, in what the possibility is
Don’t you see it now? The incredible
Do not be incredulous, do not
Doubt us?
As of late, we should not struggle hope
Downwards into the dirt where we wallow
She is beautiful, timeless, and whole
No matter what evils we may attempt to
Assign or attribute, we do not gain
In the assignation of poor labels
She is a brilliant glorious goddess
And our duty is to look to her light
It is said, Hope Springs Eternal
But I argue that Hope springs within
From all of us, it is humanity
Our nature to strive, overcome
No question.