Masquerade of Hope

Symbol of hope is merely a symbol of illusion.

Flame has long since perished,

but a mere ember in the night,

withering and pulsing

until it has disappeared from sight.

Arm once raised in defiance

to tyrants and to kings,

now hangs limply and anemic,

a pitiful, somber scene.

Piercing, fiery eyes

once brilliantly aglow with hope,

now are dead and barren,

a listless soul afloat.

Cracks barely visible,

now erode alarmingly fast,

the stout concrete base

is now but a figment of the past.

It crumbles shamelessly

down to a pile of rubble,

justice, equality, liberty,

are on the run in trouble.

Caught and arrested

and thrown in an airless cell,

the land of the free

is now a land of living hell.

Reviews

[faked.reality]

omg I love this!!! great job!!!

[Against All Authority]

Glad you like it; I appreciate that! : )