DEATH OF HOPE

I am the cause of agony,
I am the poet of pain
I am the writer of  revolution
Even in rains, with all great pains
I am accustomed to believe that this is my virtue
I might have committed many vices that I don't doubt
But with my pen in my hand, I pray on the paper, where my pen- stand- stand .
I borrow some faith from my foes
And I preserve some failure for myself
I feast on it with each passing day, 
To remind me of how much of a human I am
And how much of a narcissist I become.

With every trial I bore and every temptation I pass, 
I become more human, I become more of woman, 
I love the lover of agony
I am the master of melancholy
I am the author of apocalypse
I write to cope, I write to remind the generation of god,
That I am grateful to be alive, in this day and age,
Where nations perish, and wars are cherished
Men are shot, children starve, women are raped,
And peace is a hope
A hope of agony, a hope of bondage, a hope of utopia. 

So they hope to die and commit suicide,
Death becomes a wish and living becomes a terror. 

We live in the times where peace tremors on the tongue of the leaders of all good cause, 
But warfare is the dictum
Conflict is the anthem
And disputes are so common
So I write to cope, so I write and hope
Hope for the peace of all ,

but the death of hope becomes the prophecy . 

Hope burns itself on the hearth of hate, 

Anathema is praised, fraternity dies, 

where hope sets itself fire on the funeral pyre. 

The death of hope, becomes the death of all, 

Humanity dies and apathy forelives. 

I always wanted to be the poet of hope, 

But hostility turned me into the poet of despair. 

The death of hope, becomes the death of all, 

The death of poet, commences the demise of a civilization. 

Leeza