Last Hope

It's easier to tear things down
than it is to build
Fewer every day have love
many more are killed

Some would rather look away
than to lend a hand
when a needy person's day
doesn't go as planned

Ripping someone else apart
by word of mouth or pen
is the latest social craze
done time and time again

You just insulted someone's mom
with fingertips on keys
but never knew she's suffering
a horrible disease

That young girl who is overweight
your comments cut her deep
and you all had a hearty laugh
like herds of rabid sheep

Some who came across your path
had nowhere else to go
but hatred and sarcastic wit
were all you cared to show

People aren't obstacles
to roughly push aside
humanity is family
from which one cannot hide

Strangers might be future friends
whose names you don't yet know
just open up your hearts and minds
and see where life will go

I shouldn't have to say these things
they should be understood
but human beings typically
choose evil over good

Spread kindness everywhere you go
so little is the cost
for it could easily be you
whose life is nearly lost

Let someone lean upon you
if they find it hard to cope
you never know when you'll be called
to be someone's last hope
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Staton Avatar
January 5, 2019 at 9:21 AM
So very true. The world certainly could benefit from a little more kindness and less maleficence. Thoroughly enjoyed reading.
Wise Avatar
February 27, 2019 at 6:00 PM
Missed this comment! Thank u very much Valerie! :)
Sands Avatar
December 29, 2018 at 11:55 AM
This is one of the most significant poems I have ever read. A favorite for me. Excellent! Thanks for sharing! :)
Wise Avatar
December 29, 2018 at 3:02 PM
That's quite a compliment! I thank u Heidi! :)
Krutsinger Avatar
December 29, 2018 at 11:29 AM
This went to my FAV list before I had finished reading it, so I went back and read it. I think so many people have found a new identity in being "mean" and "hating things" or "hating people" that they cannot easily get back to their nice selves. Poems like these may help them find their way, so please keep them coming Michael. We need to remember what we have lost.
Wise Avatar
December 29, 2018 at 3:02 PM
I shall do my best to oblige! Thank u! :)
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