Hope

Hope, The only succor of the African Child. A child-sent to school without books, Neither pencils nor a keg of water. With torn uniforms and worn sandals, Sitting in a room with leaking roof, Just so he can be educated. Life was against him, Nature was in antagony. He hoped that one day everything will be fine. Hope, The pillar holding a once-giant Society, Bound in chains for decades even after freedom, Men Hurt by people meant to help, Plunged by her deliverer, Killed by her fighters, Even against hope, they hoped that they wil rise again. Hope, The tail of the orphaned child: Whose parents left for market And never returned. Now left behind poverty and curses No life for her, She only kept hope alive,  Expecting that one day her mother will be back. How about the Rich man, Whose life is full of ecstasy, He has the best of fortunes, But still hopes. He hopes that tomorrow will be better, He hopes nature to preserve. Oh, life of hope. The future is a hope, A hope for better,  A struggle for truth, Why give your hope away? The only advantage of life? Protect it, Fend for it, Guard it, For when your hope is lost, There will be no table for you in the banquet of life. ©ogeh Solomon Mmaduabuchi