Writings of a Teen

Hope

I have lost it.

Humans are corrupt creatures.

They cheat, fight, steal and kill.

Planet earth has been savaged,

From China to England to Brazil.

All over, in suffering people exist.

Graves lie like theatres in the round.

But even through all this turmoil,

Humanity is yet to be found.

But as our planet prevails in darkness,

There are the few who still believe.

That there will be a breakthrough,

That the good will soon unweave.

Hope is what fuels the fire,

That makes it blaze radiantly.

Without this beautiful faith,

Virtue would be an escapee.

Thus, in this world of fury and deceit,

Joy must be cherished like a bed of daffodils.

In the end, if goodness fails to persist,

To be the sole change...

...ourselves we will.