In a land of sorrow -
Hope - forsaken?
What, then, is left?
Without hope
In an island of sadness
And a valley of desolation
A dystopia of sorts
And hope is gone?
Why, then, do we go on?
For without hope
There is nothing...
We are vacant-
A shell without a turtle
As a human without hope.
Has hope been forsaken?
As TB once ran rampant
Killing our 'Romantics'
Victims of Keats & Poe
Emerson & Thoreau
And as AIDS now runs lawless
Indifferent as mother nature
Is there still hope?
Should we despair?
Wrench ourselves desparate?
Shall we welcome this fate?
Espouce the treachery
That humanity once held?
Shall we divorce hope?
And wed ill angels?
Enter the other side
Where formless memories collide?
Has hope been forsaken?
Is joy bygone?
Shall we still dream?
Is it anymore permitted?
Or do we turn to ill angels?
And trust in war?
Turn our gaze
To fallen stars
Does nothing persist
Of a hope once engaged
As the sun goes lazy
Do we resign our fate?
As the clangor of tides-
Do we succumb our hope?
Consent to defeat-
There I ask
Has hope been forsaken?
