Hope is on the horizon.
It will arrive tomorrow.
It will arrive on the six-fifteen train
and disembark with baggage.
Hope will arrive with a cure
for the honey bees who are dying off
and a second cure
for all the city’s lead contaminated water.
I am projecting.
I require a big movie screen.
Only fools profess faith
in politicians.
Hope will not sate society’s hunger
for feeding off the disenfranchised.
Politicians will poison a metropolis
not to raise taxes.
It would be better if Hope arrived
driving a tour bus.
We need to mobilize.
We need voters at the ballot box.
We will pick them up at their churches
once service is over.
So their oval prayers may be marked
and counted.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
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