hope unto the :: strangefellow :: Original Poetry

hope unto the
friggid air with natures scorn

unto the earth a newbabe born,

clinging to a beating heart

having to choose a living art,

for choice in the matter our eye plainly see's

is but a life of hypocracy,

asking aloud-will we ever understand

the sorrow within joy-letting go of demand,

hope is the only pill fit for consumption

feeding it unto ourselves a national disfunction,

our forces lie divded as one

a fools game the powers have spun,

trigger of man

should not be trigger in hand,

unity of neighbors a forgotten plan

only together could we ever make a stand......