Hope For The Future Poem by Daniel Fortuna Jr.

I stand upon the hill overlooking a large crowdin the distance.As I look at them I shift my eyes towards the very suddleglow in the horizon, a glow that steadily grows brighter; gradually creeping over the landscape & illuminating everything in it's path as it approaches the crowd that I stand before.However, in between that congregation & the majestic glorious illumination of the horizon, stands a hideous & grotesque reminder of a critically erroneous sense of desecration by a generation.A wall that has kept one side from reaching their desire; a wall that has created & maintained a polarization within a country for many years.A wall that became the legacy of a mad mans manipulation, allowing themselves to essentially be put into a sort of trance by the loud hateful rhetoric of his nefariously passionate, theatrical, & mesmerizing speeches as they were led syllable by syllable into the abyss of pestilence.However, that glorious light of hope in the horizon has grown ever so prominent over the cold & dark years.A light that has inevitably grown to the point of absolute dominance, a dominance that has manifested itself through the masses that have congregated with a powerful inclination to bring down one large piece after another, a wall that had kept out freedom & kept in oppression. A wall that has succumbedto the heavy swings of the sledge-hammer, swings powered by determination & resolve to bring it down once & far all the hideous monstrosity that has been such a sore to the eyes of many & usher in an era of freedom from the tight & cold grip of tyranny. For it's light has broken through it's barrier of abomination & has reflected it's glory as it illuminates the way to hope for the future.