Splatters Of Regained Hope Poem by Lonnie Hicks

A rainbow fell down today
crashed into a million pieces
of rainbow light
and no one noticed.

There was Hope being
mugged quietly
but it was ok
because there was no scene;
so no one noticed
and that made it ok.

I am sure that all saw
Desperation Eyes
staring;

but you know
only so much of this can be taken;
after a while
it is not real
only a movie
on the TV screen.

Child Dreams
were checked out
of the Library
and marched
straight to the
Lost and Found
to Dream Orphanages.

Even the Black Crepe
we hang
cries.

So much there is to do
so much
to be done
to end the suffering:

might as well start at home.

I am committed this year
to Rain-Bow Repair.
I'll fix the Rainbow Pieces
making them into Stained Glass
and sell them everywhere
use the proceeds for
Hope victims who are wise
and can counsel others
to stay away from those
who mug our hopes
in alley-ways.

Desperate Eyes
can spot other
Desperate Eyes;
act as guides
back to Innocence.

I'll turn off the TV set
and go into my community
and deal with real people.

I know where the Orphanages are
and I know what to do.

I need to lighten up
my Black Crepe
maybe
with some Rainbow Colors:

Splatters of
Reclaimed Hope.