Is hope a dream?
Or an opiate's kiss
Made to forget?
I tire of talks and tweets,
I'm tired when we ask
"How do we go forward?"
Shoulders shrug,
"I dunno'" we say.
Is hope a dream?
Or an opiate's kiss
Made to forget?
Let us draw
A line in the sand,
Across which they
Cannot stand.
For there may come
A time
When we have
Our backs to the Sea.
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