Little Hope

 

…and, of course, there’s Hope.

Running around in circles,

With her flag waving,

Like a child at a funeral.

She would never comprehend,

Not in her lifetime.

Classics, such as despair or tragedy,

Macabre in thought and tongue,

Hang in the air.

 

Recent character assassination,

Vocalised for popular consumption,

Served to push Hope into a corner.

Her innocence would never survive imprisonment.

…and there she goes again,

Escaping the clutches of misery,

Running circles, flag held high.