These robes of lost promised hope
threads entangled by discord
hung in tatters by long abuse
by the rulers of this world

vestments tarnished without regard
for the hope that’s been lost
believers searching among the bones
finding only a sad heirloom

when wrapped tightly to evoke
happiness sought above all else
this is the pledge lost to deceit
surviving only in servant’s thoughts

the threads unravel by day’s end
an emperor left without their clout
still the theists long for a time
hope delayed on the decline.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190718.