Many Hard Days Ahead

No question would be more realistic to face more hard days ahead of us, it's a challenge to put up resistance: it's a wish that has deluded the optimistic: we sought a brighter light more intense, we had hoped vainly and achieved less! More hard days will shake our anxious life with its uncertainty and scary gloominess, we didn't listen to that prophet who predicted dire times: he was laughed at, spit on and even ridiculed; had we listen to him: we wouldn't be filled with sadness, we wouldn't be worried but follow the path to awareness! " Distrust, unrest and chaos can't be avoided, blame your corrupt leaders who have failed to fix many broken promises to restore blessed harmony; most of you have lost every hope and have chosen apathy! " This is the voice from the grave, that voice of despair that warns us of what was coming in less than a year! More hard days loom over the dim horizon, that horizon once enflamed by brilliant colors; we stare at it sadly, but nothing inspires imagination to rebuild dreams left to burn to avenge indignation! If our ears refuse to listen, there must be a sound reason; don't let that reason be a measure of permanent distance between rageful hopelessness and the astute ability to persist and win: conflict never ends accordingly to plan, it's the stronghold of defiance!