Hope or Death

Born to die
What a lie
Born to suffer
Like your mother and father has
Like your grandfather and grandmother has
No way, no how that don’t make sense
Generations of pain so intense
When it started life was joy
The gift itself did not annoy
But now
The days
Most good
Some bad
At worst the opposite is the fad
What went wrong along the way?
Was it life?
It’s all life
How much hope can come from nothing?
How much more the joy springs out of something
Always present but were not all there
Never fuzzy when we share
What spring sprouts forth hope, joy and peace
How can all get a piece?
From dark to light
Shadow to object
That which is possible to reflect
To all not one
Long happy songs
How long how long?
Till the wrongs gone.

 

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