I have hope in humanity.
To believe in the best
We all have within ourselves.
My hope diminishes.
As I open the door and see,
Chaos raging outside.
I see the worst that we can be.
Too many blinded by the truth
Only they can see.
It is their mission to have everyone
Convert to their view.
Which comes in many forms.
Political, Religious, Dietary,
Freedom of rights, Conservation.
I could go on and on
With the things people contest
Each other over.
I sigh, depressed at what I have seen.
My hope in mankind gutters and ebbs.
As I go to close the door on the chaos outside.
I see a teenager stop and help.
An elderly person gather up their spilt groceries.
Asking if they are OK?
Then go on their way.
My hope is still dim but it hasn’t failed.
As my hope has had an injection of faith.
From a single act of random kindness.
I believe there is still hope in brighter future.
About the Creator
Owen Nicholls
I have worked in the IT industry for over 30 years. Poetry grabbed my attention at an early age when I was going to elocution lessons and my teacher found that reading out poetry was perhaps the best method.
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