Ada Mckilligan Poet Free verse

Hope is a traitor

The world is still spinning,
Still circling the sun.
It keeps moving,

Despite the tears.
Despite the pain.
Despite the losses.

As I climb, I wonder
Why?
As branches scratch my arms,
The leaves whisper “Why?” into my ears.
An ant crawls on my arm.
“Why?” It asks the beetle.
“Why do some die,
While others survive?”

“I don’t know.”
Answered the beetle
Sadly, watching the bombs 
  Fall

                     Down

                                                Slowly
Onto the people below. 
“I don’t know.”

My parents say to have hope.
Hope makes things better.
But I had hope once.
I had hope.
                                                              And hope betrayed me.

The people, 
The victims of our crimes,
Buried six feet 
Under

Did they have hope?

They did.
And how did that
Work out 
For them?

Hope betrays,
And nobody stops to wonder why.

So I climb up,
Higher and higher, 
Until the only sounds 
Are the whooshing of the wind
And the empty promises of hope.

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