We are orphans of Hope.
Slaves to anguish we're not,
Yet looked upon we seem.
We are merely desolate.
Look, we have been adopted.
Our new parent's called Despair.
We are displeased with this parent.
He is abusive, cruel and bleak,
Yet we accept him willingly.
We are hit in the chest so many
Times we wish we could not feel. He hits
Us on the head so many times that
We are forgetting our past guardian.
We're tired of him. We will run away.
Not easy, but memory's returning.
We are orphans of Despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A nice piece of poetry, well articulated and written with insight. The only way to change the situation as orphans of despair into orphans of hope is to keep the fire burning by keeping faith. One does not endure if ones faith does not endure because faith keeps those that keep the faith. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.