Hopes & Fears

 

November ’08 - I saw

The arrival of a new hope;

A glimmer in a dim-lit world;

A man to walk the tightrope

That spans between the folk

Of multi-coloured hue,

With differing ideologies

And diversity of view.

 

For every man that has a hope,

Another man has none.

For every man that has a fear,

There must be this someone

Who’ll turn around that fear,

And allow that man to trust

That, from this day forth,

Promises won’t turn to dust.

 

There’s many people fear

The overwhelming ballot,

Could easy be expunged

By way of speeding bullet.

 

There’s many people fear their:-

Influence, (now diminished),

Oppression, (now at an end),

Control, (their rule), is finished.

 

Perhaps a looming menace

To this latest ‘great white hope,’

Won’t come from gun or bullet,

But that he may not cope

With a world, as it is,

Waiting for resolve to crack,

And fair-weather friends hiding,

Knives sharpened for attack.

 

I fear the supreme threat

May be failure to achieve.

With expectation undelivered,

How would failure be received?

 

And should the dream be gone,

With all the promised transformation?

What appetite for soured dreams?

What’s left a disaffected nation?

                            Resignation?

                               Alienation?

                            Indignation?

                         Condemnation?

                          Conflagration!!