The Faces of Hope

  Hope is such a fragile thing

  Brittle and beautiful as diamond

  Yet like diamond hard in times of need

  Never was where a rock more valuable than hope.

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  Hope the solace when trouble comes

  Hope the salve when dark deeds done

  Hope for the future, hope from the past

  Nothing but hope with those who came last

  Yet hope, sweet fragile thin

  Is not so pure as it could have been.

  For hope is the captain of inaction,

  It will get better soon the sufferers say

  When cruel deeds to to those around may go unanswered.

  It is hope that stays the next victim’s hand

  It shall not be me who suffers from this

  As around them their fellows starve.

  Keep calm, carry on can seldom be wrong

  Except when among you the enemy lurks.

  Hope’s duality could ne’er be more cruel

  Saviour or slayer, balm or bane.

  Guardian and reaper of the voiceless yet slain.