The Laws Paradox

They bind the hand that reaches for the throat, They tame the storm, the selfish, vicious goat. A fence erected in the wild green space, To keep a certain peace, a measured pace. They say, "This far, no further," to the strong, And grant the weak a place where they belong. The wild wood cleared, a path is neatly laid, A promise in the daylight, unafraid. The chaos of a million warring wills, Subdued by silent paper, on the hills. But oh, the hand that's bound, it can not reach For gentle touch, a kind and earnest speech. The fence that holds the monster in its place, Can also hide the sunbeam from the face. The measured pace, a slow and weary stride, For those whose hearts can't find a place to hide. The path so straight, it never takes a turn, To find a secret lesson it can learn. And in the order, beauty dies away, A price for safety, paid in shades of gray. So here we stand, a paradox held tight, Between the ordered day and primal night. We trade a measure of our w...

Hope

 The plinth, when all is lost

The distinction between surviving and suicide in the mist of deep depression

Endeavor and neglect

Remaining vanquished or brushing off the dust of defeat


What else can there be?

A burgeoning nation in search 

Pervasive feuds, sufferings endured

When all seem worthless

Living in hope


Some dying in expectation as days run into weeks

Weeks into months

Months into years

Outliving over decades, indignity tolerable

The pilgrims of old

Persevere the holocaust

Though an end not sighted, in the smokescreen of life


Trusting that someday, the tides will turn

The dark gloomy clouds will lift

Night will give way to day

The sun emerging in its splendor as the dark sky recedes

For in the absence of hope

What will mankind have?

Surely there should be something to live for

To strive for

To believe in

To die for

To stand for

In the midst of turbulent cascading events 

Hope is all


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