Hope For The Day

A man hopes of the world where he lives to be the most peaceful place to live.

I hope for the day when the clouds would form

And cover up this world filled with sinful norms

Of hatred and darkness that add up to a storm

And shred the heaven till the hell would form.

All the mistrust, all that dismay

These negatives darken the shadows of the day

No lubrication in this merciless friction

Of jealousy, depression and drug addiction.

You can have all that, oh no, wait you can't

Your hands are paraplegic due to some else's hands

Of tyranny, betrayal and communalism

Of stalking, espionage and discrimination.

I hope for the day when the clouds will form

And wet the world with drops of peace norms

That would strengthen their spirit of utter repulsion

To atrocities, injustice and negative propulsion.

And I hope that day will mow the lawn

That was weeded and will breathe new air of the dawn

So the doves with the branch will finally yawn

And sleep with calmness like a mother with her fawn.