World of Hope

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

When I was young I felt the urge
To travel abroad and see the world,
My mind and spirit were completely free,
Blind to the prejudice of society.
I was sure all people are treated the same,
I felt no reservation towards a certain name,
Color, belief, were all meaningless
They had no bearing on my happiness.

Maturity though slowly changed my view,
As I saw the pointless suffering people go through;
Their cries for help seem to be in vain,
Because people only care when they feel the pain.
While my eyes were opened to this unjust scene,
My soul regressed, feeling unclean.
Seeking shelter behind my mounting regrets,
I could not accept it, so I tried to forget.

Sitting here with pen in hand,
I no longer hunger to see this land.
I’ve had my share of cold, hard stares,
People who seldom, if ever, care.
Anger at being neglected since birth,
The absence of joy, love, and self worth.
How can the love of one make any difference,
With so many hungry hearts in need of sustenance?

If only the goodness inherent would shine,
We could all learn to cleanse the fear from our minds.
New outlooks would emerge promoting each other,
Fresh meaning could be found in the simple word "brother".
Future visions would no longer seem so grim,
As the light of Hope, a beacon never dim,
Lovingly embraces us in it’s nurturing glow,
An epoch of harmonious peace to bestow.

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Why don't you look at Evening by a lake
by: Scharlie Meeuws
from: Oxford, England, UK

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