The Words Of A Mendor Poem by Juanita Roch

Through the deep, I lean,
Hope is far away
Dungeons of black encloses me;
There is nothing I can meditate on.

Far away, pleasant days,
Blooms of faith, falls down;
Righteous are regected
There is none who is upright.

Promises just prolong,
Plays of the nihilistic vision
Of the world of the future, echoes on;
Even the priests are mendacious.

But not for long,
Just wait for the the bright and gorgeous stars;
They light up the World with
Their immense rays of Hope.