RAINING UPON THE GRANDEUR OF HOPE

RAINING UPON THE GRANDEUR OF HOPE

Today the rain fell

steadily;

her drops reminiscent

of waters drowning

justice struggling

to survive tidal waves

of deception

seeking to douse

the flame of hope

held in the hand

of an elusive lady trying

to bear her anchored mooring.

The reality of the dream

remains deferred—

the children

of past and present cargo

remain on the outskirts of equanimity;

and while all lives matter

and crime knows no hue of skin,

it’s a crying shame

that injustice

is still considered not to be a crime;

and keeping hope alive

is still an illusion of its own mind.