(Hope) (ember)

OttOtt Posts: 403
Birds Mock in the distance;
The lost souls in their chairs.
Roaming the halls of resistance,
A Brave New World of cares.
Looking for a leader
To rise out of the fields,
They gather round the heater,
Their cases on appeal.
A different world has raised them;
Just pictures on a screen.
And society just plays 'em
And dulls away their gleam.
But in each face I see it,
A hint of hope not lost.
The confidence to be it,
The flame to melt the frost.

Ott
'Give me some music; music, moody food/ of us that trade in love'
-Shakespeare
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