<u>The Faces of Hope</u>


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    Hope is such a fragile thing


    Brittle and beautiful as diamond


    Yet like diamond hard in times of need


    Never was where a rock more valuable than hope.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    Hope the solace when trouble comes


    Hope the salve when dark deeds done


    Hope for the future, hope from the past


    Nothing but hope with those who came last


    Yet hope, sweet fragile thin


    Is not so pure as it could have been.


    For hope is the captain of inaction,


    It will get better soon the sufferers say


    When cruel deeds to to those around may go unanswered.


    It is hope that stays the next victim’s hand


    It shall not be me who suffers from this


    As around them their fellows starve.


    Keep calm, carry on can seldom be wrong


    Except when among you the enemy lurks.


    Hope’s duality could ne’er be more cruel


    Saviour or slayer, balm or bane.


    Guardian and reaper of the voiceless yet slain.