I'Ve Seen Hope
Angry fists pommel an astonished face,
racial slurs punctuating each bruised eye.
And when punches start to decrease in pace,
a black man collapses, and boots let fly.
I've seen hate.
The needle twitches while injecting death,
and the fear starts, as you slip into shock.
And overdosing, you gasp for each breath,
drowning in your vomit while strangers gawk.
I've seen fear.
Staring at the past as it disappears,
you lose your home and must live on the street.
And a vacant look lingers past the tears
as you sacrifice pride and face defeat.
I've seen sad.
As a wounded soldier cries out in pain,
a medic responds, undeterred by fear.
Yet, his uniform is a blood-soaked stain
as he tends to him, and drags him clear.
I've seen brave.
Icy currents grip the boy like a vise,
then a splash is heard as his mom jumps in.
And when blankets no longer suffice,
she warms him up next to her naked skin.
I've seen love.
An infant is born as pure as a dove,
with skin so soft it almost seems to melt.
And triggering unconditional love,
this babe embodies feelings deeply felt.
I've seen hope.
(Rhyme)
11/11/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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