Hope is meant to lift darkness,
point to some future goodness,
forestall a danger that is looming,
open a window on a new beginning.
We must keep its flame burning
in a selfish world past caring.
We see signs of warning,
pointers to global warming,
but we are told not to worry,
our fears we must bury,
for it’s just a matter of less fuel-burning;
and all the while, our hope consuming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem