Failure and Hope

Humanity is free with goals
His very making tells, and his souls.
We opt free world as our time,
A fruitful heaven and clear clime.
Subdue souls, demean and intimidate
And we seem to not come up late
To usher but mankind’s hopes, future and dream
To be in awe, wonders, and not in scream.
Demarcate and we subdue ourselves,
Linger between deadening hopes without help.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin