Where does Hope go to die?
Like the cat licking its wounds, wandering shiny eyed
In the dark damp dirt on the garden floor, wide
Fields it once climbed, now a pathway to a final purr,
Finding its way past life number nine?
Like the dog going to the vet’s as one before its master
Had shed a tear to heal it, today has a different plaster,
The colour of the objective seems a tad more obscure,
As they talk of “down”, “put”, “goodbye”?
Like a human standing at future’s door, fighting for entry
As teargas and bullets rush through clothes, skin, rendering
Panic in HD for those viewing the scene, sending the cure
They sought into hidden spaces where Fear and Hope battle?
Today the bullets picked the winner, and there was no tomorrow.
Hope dies when forces of order force order deep into a burrow.