Noah Piet Poet Free verse

A Responsible Hope

We will be satisfied.
Not with outspoken logics
Nor through facades routed in action.
This I testify, sourced from a future suppressed;
Like you I admit to be without guarantee,
Yet certain in a neurotic fashion still I express,
We will be satisfied.

Without need of the gentle approach of demotics,
Spots of the grounding denote in my passions,
Guiding to crests over hills towards our approach of where we want our wishes to be;

Amid the tongues and throats of those wary ambitions, there follows a setting tone we must address before any further you and I become burdened in truly separating.

Like you, eclipsed from the epistemic
I can provide no founded clarity

However without weights to add towards what I wish to explain, 
Envision the loss of restraint towards an attempt to remove bias, abandoning the self to discipline the taste to dream;

To train a palette solely in recognizing its own strengths, being honest beyond the tame.
A growth not in praise, rather through faults famed for life to need.

So let it be my admission 
No prospect of progress may hide behind this delusion I spare to the world unwittingly.
With time by our side, what is beyond doubt and undeniable are not the same.

One holds a chance for the day to be seen

Not in defense, no...
rather, be it in hopes of the ever-turning cheek; 

I can almost feel a debt from the hands of fate to grant this necessity for our tarnished, lost, ravaged, our forgotten and salvaged to become of what it ought to cost, 
simply and utterly free.
Although it may be as a madman I speak.
We will be satisfied

And as our brothers keepers,
just as with the safety we provide 
for when our sisters or mothers weep,
What threatens the love of our people,
Let us not forget of the monsters they can turn us to be.

We are not as broken as those who've been living with a missing piece;
Even if torn apart, there's a peace within they cannot ever see.

Maybe it will not be justice for us to have
Unless time allows words to grow new meanings
And its sands bury our woes and furies as bones,
Forfeiting the chance to proclaim as they seed.

There will come the day,
After we can fall among a world that will pick us up

Before we can help another for we could not beat the rush

Near when the taxmen grows absent of greed,

Not in the not-ever

But in the tomorrow we know there can be

When this beauty shares our breath
We will all be satisfied.

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