Hope is hopeless without the expectation
That humanity would show empathy
And have values enshrined on the edge to do good
Want to, or at least try to; a helping hand
Is it to do with the 21 Century and its norm
Or have I always been, just this blind
Am I naive to expect decency
Or did the world just leave me behind
In a parallel universe looking through
But no touchy, touchy, connectivity, you hear
Who would come to the aid of a dying man
Left lying on the street, vulnerable to the elements
While church bells ring hallelujah so close by
Prayer warriors sing to the lord on a Sunday and others
That is, but the destitute are less human to be seen
Acknowledged, too weak and poor to be cared for
Prayed for, wealth is the most needed medicine
Let the dying die, it would be easier that way
Hope is hopeless without the expectation
That humanity would have the decency to help
I function under the premise that I must shine my light and others will be inspired to shine theirs, too. Hope, therefore, is never hopeless. However, blue days do intrude at times and the sentiments here creep in.
ReplyDeletestrong kodjo...the samaritan....who is he? and when the church sits impotent nearby what of the destitute? let the dying die....what a sad perspective man...
ReplyDeleteKodjo, this is a beautiful poem, that lays out the brutal realities. I believe there is goodness and decency, it just isn't always apparent. However, if we stop believing then there is no hope. Martin Luther King said, "Everything that is done in the world is done by hope" and that I believe :-)
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