hands upon dry earth dredging for some signs of life something to believe hope’s offer for tomorrow some small reason to arise the why for opening eyes
along
the street
i saw
eyes
that
many
divert
theirs from
eyes
that hold
well worn dreams
and
tears of hope
that
what passes
as
normal
today
will soon become
a forgotten
nightmare
and
those looks
of
there but for the grace of god
will be
replaced
by a lover’s
embrace
and
looks
of
commitment
for
a life
together
those looks
of
love
really not
that
much to ask for
is
it
can’t hear own thoughts too much noise trafficking from lies and hate masking out voices in pain homeless dreams some wrapped in the currency of war but what can one voice do to rise above war’s cacophony of misery though a simple solution one could join the choir of hope sending forth words of unwavering belief in tomorrow that grasps the minds of social sinners like an old gospel hymn swaying the coldest heart towards redemption or offer up such a sweet solo of truth so powerful that the walls of deception crumble into dust revealing all that was hidden that my friend is what one voice can do so rejoice
parched for a taste of hope humans will consume poisonous lies or even swear a mirage is real long before the madness has set in others will take the sacrament of sports where nothing has a consecrated element just gladiators and lions to distract their minds away from what they truly thirst for some tangible answer to their prayers
i hear children though i can’t see their faces and wouldn’t know their names if i could but i can hear laughter laughter full of childish dreams and expressions of universal hope but there will be no fulfillment for these children must die the land upon which they stand is the contested promised land where one can find great happiness well not these children they’re sort of in the way of other’s dreams but if you’d like you could enjoy their laughter before their screams
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