The Great Hope

With Tears and pains echoing from the drains We have lived through the ages Like prisoners tamed in cages With Strong belief flowing through our veins That after the hot season comes the rains With gazes fixed on who is to come Hope has been intertwined into our norm Our whole being is dominated by fears Of falling again and being left in tears Everyday we cry, we pray and we hope Because our future is hanging on a rope We obsess ourselves with the solution When the problem is in a state of distortion Is there really any hope for a messiah As once prophesied by the prophet Isaiah (c) #PoeticLord# March 2019