I'Ve Seen Hope
Angry fists pommel a defiant face;
racial slurs punctuating each bruised eye.
And as punches start to increase in pace,
a black man collapses; then boots let fly.
I've seen hate.
The needle twitches while injecting death;
instead of a high, you slip into shock.
And overdosing, you're gasping for breath,
drowning in your vomit while strangers gawk.
I've seen fear.
Staring at the past as it disappears;
having lost your home, you live on the street.
And that vacant look lingers past the tears
as you sacrifice pride and face defeat.
I've seen sad.
When an injured soldier cries out in pain,
a medic responds, undeterred by fear.
And his uniform is a blood-soaked stain;
as he tends to the wound, then drags him clear.
I've seen brave.
Icy currents grip the boy like a vise;
immediately, his mother jumps in.
And when frantic rubs no longer suffice,
she warms him up next to her naked skin.
I've seen love.
An infant is born an innocent dove;
with skin so soft it almost seems to melt.
And triggering unconditional love,
this babe embodies feelings deeply felt.
I've seen hope.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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