ALWAYS HOPE
Bobby Molloy, 2020
Why can’t it just be me?
We can’t live like this much longer.
I don’t know where to turn,
to turn to find them shelter.
For this is what I yearn.
My babies live in squalor,
but it wasn't always this way:
They used to have toys
and friends with which to play.
Now I hear the tears
of my little boy,
tears splashing on the ground,
it tears me up inside
like nothing else I’ve found.
The gloom of people, the stench of despair
daily lingers heavily in the air.
How I wish I could wash
away their anguish,
remove them from this fray.
Though darkness falls,
I will not.
I must stay as strong
as the sun that comes up.
We are together,
my family moves as one.
Hoping to find happiness
one day under the sun.
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