Hope

Envisioned by those few holding their souls open

In a World where omnipresent fear’s breeding closed minds.

Four letters that are formed from the ashes of

Horror, Oppression, Persecution, Enslavement

One word, spoken with tender persuasion, heard

Above the cacophony of maimed, desperate voices

Envisioned by those few holding their souls open

In a World where omnipresent fear’s breeding closed minds.

 

Lisa x

Author: FabFitFunFifty

For women over 50 who don't feel fifty

12 thoughts on “Hope”

  1. Last year I asked friends and family if I should activate my twitter account. The vote was unanimous: NO!
    I love the poem you wrote, but if hope is all we have we are pretty much screwed.

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