Hope is a baby born on a night of turmoil
A smile on a child’s face, torn with anguish.
A song whispered behind the walls of darkness
A mother’s embrace still tender mending the aching limbs
My heart that skips a beat at the sound of a song still alive
The pride of having lived and the eternal rebellion of the mind
One wall that stands unbroken weeping at what once was
And ushering what will be.
In humanity and beauty and nature and the order of life
For how many times humanity have risen above destruction
How many lives bloomed from the womb of ruthlessness
How many noble men stood facing the vulgarity of a display of power
How much solidarity came out of grief and unity defied the pillaging of decency
How much care faced the violent grip of fear
How much wealthy souls faced unspeakable losses and defied failure
How many times have we survived.
In our earth seeding perpetual goodness in the face of human nature
The culled images of sceneries of ample rivers and majestic mountains
A land still green, the smell of jasmine, the sound of laughter
The mountains and the rivers and in people who dance
Even to the rhythm of uncertainty
To facing numbness with fearless hearts
To never let the feeling die and never give in to unfairness
To an endless habitual quest for being and for believing
In never again having to defend the right to be
Never again will the hand of terror strike on me
Never again see your earth bleed
never see your sky cry
never the dirt in your sea
Hope in the tears of joy
knowing how much i love you
In eyes that will forget
and arms that will forgive
Hope is what will never
be taken away from me
Hope in you
In loving you
In owing you to keep the hope.
Update: Is it too soon for hope? should we get ready for another round? Read till the end.
And are we talking peace?
Update: more frustration, UN load of crap and utter deception 1701
Update: more despair, may God help the Palestinians, if he/she is up there . Read here.