Hope

I wander down a long and lonesome road

That winds endlessly,

Coated with the dust of shattered dreams.

With each step,

A cloud forms around my feet,

And settles on my shoes

Binding me further to the past.

A history of lies

Of false promises

Of billions of dreams deferred,

Dreams exploded,

Dreams murdered

Dreams savagely butchered

By those desperately clinging to their own.

 

The dark, dilapidated path

Down which I walk

Carries me through a land

Of “greatness”

And it winds and weaves and snakes.

And it fills me with venom

With fire

With the inescapable urge to be better.

And I walk on.

 

I look to my sides

And I see a land of ruin

Of destruction

Of broken dreams.

I look up

And I see what could be

I see the light

I see the future

I see America.

 

And so I walk.

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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