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Karen GonzalezVidela


Hope


As I stare at the rain pouring through the window,
I wonder the feeling in everyone’s hearts
when they know what is about to arrive.
All those times that we used to enjoy
have faded with the hand of one man,
and with that of millions more to come.
How as tears touch cheeks all around
the world responds and spills water on us
seems like a powerful mystery to me.
How in North and South America we suffer,
seeing our flags being burned to pieces.
How in Europe we observe structures falling,
and feel like we have nothing else to do.
How in Africa we used to believe
that hunger and poverty were the real enemy.
How all together we were convinced
that World War two had signaled an end.
How we thought all the wars that came
were what separated us so much.
But now it feels like it’s absolutely real
for the first time since I can eventide.
Now it feels like we are being held down,
not being able to rise up by ourselves.
Now it’s like we are not tied,
but our hands and feet cannot move.
Now it feels like we are speechless,
like all those victories we had are gone.
And it is not in one home, in one nation,
it’s all around the world, the planet.
I cannot change the mind of cruel men,
I cannot stop their evil from spreading,
I cannot reach out a hand and prevent their steps.
But there is one single characteristic
that humanity will always possess;
no matter what they take away from us,
no matter what we have to live without,
no matter how much of ourselves is lost,
no matter how many change sides,
no matter how hard gravity holds us down,
no matter how powerless we can be,
no matter how much fire they create,
If I see gigantic flames arise I will cry,
but I swear that if humanity sees it together,
that if we know we are holding hands,
we are going to dye for it,
we are going to scream, to yell, to fight.

Because as hard as some try to empty us,
there is one particular thing that will always be with us,
one single word that gets out power
even in the darkest moments of time,
one word that has the ability to change the world,
one word that can form an army,
one word that can erase languages,
one word that is part of everyone’s culture.
Hope.

Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 28, 2014

Topic of this poem: hope


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  • Veteran Poet - 3,543 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (3/28/2014 8:28:00 PM)

    Now it’s like we are not tied,
    but our hands and feet cannot move.
    We need to get out of this and be able to reach. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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