New Poem by the Lazy Poet: Hope



Who’s there? Who lives there? Who do we look up to?

Why do we look up whenever we feel sober, happy, broken or helpless?

What gives us the assurance that looking up will bring an end to our distress?

Unanswered questions even the most intelligent man can’t answer to.


What belief guarantees that our tomorrow will be greater than today?

What happens then; if we decide to ignore the laws we abide by and disobey?

Will the hope of our tomorrow be punctured or still remain the same way?

Would we still look up exactly the same way we did yesterday?


written by: Oluwole Victor 

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