There Is Always, Hope... Poem by Sandra Feldman

Escape of the Bluebird
To bluer skies,
Must symbolize
Hope,
That never dies,
Like the soul of the Poet
Must with Life, comply
No matter, how difficult
Sad or ostracized.

A World full of Peace
Not bloody dispare
Is what Poets wish
Were always there,
Maybe someday
We will be able
To find,
The Bluebird of Love
Nesting and welcoming
The whole of Humanity,
To a New World
True and peaceful
Without hate,
But where love
Can bloom
And for all be
A guiding flare.