Song of Hope

 

Song of Hope

 

At that hour

when the sun

slinks off

behind hills

and night

– a panther-

crouches

ready to spring

upon our un-

suspecting city. . .

i want to sing

the coiled desires

of this land

the caged dreams

of forgotten men

i want to sing

of all that was

but no longer is

of all that

never was but

could have been

i want to sing

the obsidian

unspelled hopes

of our children

i want to sing

to remind us

never to despair

that every hour

every minute

somewhere on the face

of this earth

it is glorious morning.

 

Malaysian poet, Cecil Rajendra