Hope And Realism Poem by DOMINIC PREMPEH

The peace in our hearts is a mirage
The happiness on our faces is a camouflage
Our open-hearted mood is just a phantasm
And that poise you see in us is a mere delirium
Our hearts are heavy; very adjectively heavy
For our land is now controlled by half-baked creeds
And we force to smile; no matter the bad

Our tears and sighs and heaves might not change the system
Our rampant agitations might even influence the rile
For the mistaken opportunists have no heart of change
And change to them is bile in their sweet mouths
So we forcibly nurse hopes and aspirations
And hallucinate of a brighter dawn amidst tears
That is the fun with hope; though it might never happen

(26th Jan.,2016; Ofoase)