Hope Alive Poem by Maureen Alikor
Hope Alive
Decay gone deep;
deeper than the blue sea.
We, like sheep are pushed to weep;
and hope for a tomorrow unseen.
Man's scavenge for gold;
yet languishing in penury.
So, has it been since last century;
life, unfair has been cold and bold.
Alas, the clarion call;
to the one who bears hope.
His blood was shed, He became my pal;
In Him, I truly have unflinching hope.
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