Hope: a Worthless Virtue

Wherever you find Mankind, two plagues follow Him: War and poverty, both preventable but impossible to eradicate. The reason: greed. The sorrier of the two is poverty; war sometimes is a necessity, poverty never is. Man is forever looking for more but always that pursuit is misdirected. He never includes his fellow human beings, only his narrow clique’s self-interests. The rest are left to fend for themselves. Often an impossible task to achieve, the result is poverty. Once a victim of this state of being, what is left is hope- worthless hope. The poorest are the ones who hope They hope against (all) hope it seems. They pray to god to help them cope Yet fruitless as their faded dreams They hope someday for better stead A worthless virtue I suspect Adding to misery instead That propagates in that respect. Look to the past to see their plight: Dreaming of castles in the sky; But that isn't all, not by a long sight: The chance it will happen? In a pigs eye! The “haves” are a self-centered breed Who rarely help people in need.