The Faces of Hope

Hope is such a fragile thing

Brittle and beautiful as diamond

Yet like diamond hard in times of need

Never was where a rock more valuable than hope.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Hope the solace when trouble comes

Hope the salve when dark deeds done

Hope for the future, hope from the past

Nothing but hope with those who came last

Yet hope, sweet fragile thin

Is not so pure as it could have been.

For hope is the captain of inaction,

It will get better soon the sufferers say

When cruel deeds to to those around may go unanswered.

It is hope that stays the next victim’s hand

It shall not be me who suffers from this

As around them their fellows starve.

Keep calm, carry on can seldom be wrong

Except when among you the enemy lurks.

Hope’s duality could ne’er be more cruel

Saviour or slayer, balm or bane.

Guardian and reaper of the voiceless yet slain.