What hope is there for womanhood
when the women have lost their hood
to forsaken morals?
What hope is there for the girl child
What hope is there for the world
when man fails to hearken to words said in private?
What hope is there for tomorrow
when today is clothed in sacklocks of penury?
What hope is there
when my ink speaks of pain after pain
and joy seems aloof?
What hope for man called common
when all he gets are crumbs from the masters table?
What hope is there for the hopeless,
when their hopes are been fed to hungry wolves clad in sheep clothing?
What hope is there for a bleeding heart
when all you see is hate, hate and even more hate?
What hope is there for the ink
when it's starved of truth
and replaced by ink filled with lies?
What hope?
What hope?
What hope?
I ask, what hope?
- Liviasecrets
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