It started with hope, but now all we do is cope.

I hoped that people would learn to love one another.

I hoped that we would learn to discover others.

I hoped that the people who protected us would be given gratitude.

Instead, we attend their funerals because Criminals are said to be Mythical.

Days were spent crying and people were denying. 

I hoped that we would once again become united, but instead we are reminded.

Reminded of a world of unity turning into a world of mutiny. 

Terrorist attacks are the only things that seem to show our world has collapsed.

Two thousand and sixteen started with hope, but now all we can do is mope through two thousand seventeen.