Lost Hope Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

is there hope
for a gone day
to feel its hold
with the same off ray

is there still hope
for dead fish
floating on a sea
with hands not to reach
neither eyes to see

is there a hope
for young soul
that sat on a rock
in the quarter of a sea like a dried bone

is there still hope
for the little goat
that knife sings on her neck

is there still a slight hope
for a dog been killed for barking
is there a hope for a leopard
that was caught in claw of a lion

is there a hope for the dead man
wrapped with blood
socking in the lack of realities
of who he is

is there hope for sun
that lost its light
even till comes of a night
and blazing a dead wave to moon to hide

is there hope for a lammed man
that caught in the sword
bleeding on ground
till the lost of breath

so, if hope do lost
then, let's make away the lust
and make a hay
while the sun shines...