Hope always hovering in heads
That sometimes blink, clink, sink and wink into despair
Once people thump fists and jump from beds
Where they claim life's leisure and pleasure aren't fair.
Hope always hesitating to go away
In case people collude to cry
Flies into their hesitant heads asking them to pray
Cos hope with wings clipped can no longer fly, pry or try.
Hope always dripping and dreaming outside dogged doors
Meets stubborn silence
As famished faces fuss and fumble in agony on floors
After hours and hours of a groggy glance, troubled trance and dizzy dance.
Hope always pleading for an amelioration in attitude
Despairs, dares doubters, bares her milk teeth
Pleading for people to grow grace and gratitude
Or else, Hell would hassle them on its heath.
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I would like to translate this poem
John, such a profound poem..10+++