Hope is a sharpened feather It's wispy and frail Yet can be twisted to jab Like a salient nail Shoved in to wound, to pierce and to stab With shrewd falsehood, deceit, distorted belief Hope can lead to faith, but it can misguide It can bring joy, but it can cause grief When taken from the faulty side
Hope by Geneviève Pardoe Macchiarella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.