HOPE<\/p>\n
Do not speak to me of hope
\nFor during the evening of discord,
\nI have lost friends and families and foes
\nI stood on the morn
\nBy the sea shore
\nWelcoming the sun
\nThinking at last here it comes
\nBorne on the waves of the sea
\nTo give me wings to sup at the table of the gods
\nBut alas, it was fermented faeces and the fear of disease
\nThat drove me staggering back
\nChoking on disgust and my own vomit<\/p>\n
Where thus is hope
\nThat should keep the flames alight
\nBurning fierce while the mid-june rains
\nDrops buckets soaking cloth and skin to bone<\/p>\n
What is this hope
\nThat escapes your lips so easily
\nI have searched for it in darkest night with an incandescent torch
\nI have sought it in brightest day
\nI have looked among the proletariat
\nAnd inquired of it from the bourgeoisie
\nIt was not to be found with the highlifes nor with the lowlifes<\/p>\n
But then in the borrows of the little things
\nIn the nest of the high things
\nUnder the grass and between the eaves
\nI heard a murmuring that was not of man
\nThat spoke to the spirit in tongues
\nNot perceived by the ear
\nBut heard in the mind
\nOf glad tidings
\nOf great and good
\nOf the breaking morn
\nThat brings with it\u00a0the promise of HOPE<\/p>\n
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HOPE Do not speak to me of hope For during the evening of discord, I have lost friends and families and foes I stood on the morn By the sea shore Welcoming the sun Thinking at last here it comes … Continue reading