Hope Never Dies

Night follows day in bitter hungry monotony, as wane laughter dies upon parched lips, and ignorant innocence is trampled underfoot at every corner of the decadent deserted plain. Homeless bulimic children unsmiling, subdued, thirsty seek dilapidated dug-in shelters devoid of nourishing food. Employment inexistent, as the rich grow richer, the poor poorer. Death is not far away. Famine reigns. This is today's nightmare as vultures fly above ready to prey on dead children’s carcasses below. But I am headstrong and will not give up. For I'm sure someday there will be a reckoning, a purge, where judgment triumphs. Then as years roll by, we will return to till the land, our laughter will increase, our food becomes abundant, our minds will return to sanity. And all my wishes will come true. Love grows with humility and respect. But that's another story, another age.