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Hope
If hope is mere
Disappointment postponed
Then we are here
Like empty carcasses cloned
Then efforts are
A waste of time
So welcome war;
hello there, crime!
If hope is but
An empty farce
Then we should cut
Our aim at stars
And – from now on
Grow wild and cruel
Perceive the sun
As one big fool
But if – as some say
"Hope is life"
Then every day
Is worth a dive
In this great pool
Of sparkling chances
Personality being the tool
To stretch all fences.
Joan Marques
Copyright ©2002 Joan Marques
Poetry
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