Hope

What hope have we

Who strive for pure joy

Of ever finding it

Without protests?

What hope have we

Of knowing right from wrong

When all we have that's right

Is what's left

After the choices have been made

By another?

What hope have we

Of being hope for others

When others hope

Our being is simply there

To be used?

What hope have we

If we are satisfied to

Hope within the shadows

Of an ancient curse?

What hope have we?

That which is equal to the measure

Of our hearts,

For if hope is not a lie,

Then it shall survive

Despite the cries of

Those crushed by fear.