HOPE is drunk, thrown to the curb,
the blood that runs thrue his vains,
is the same as ours, only its poisoned
by hate, and lust.
HOPE is crying as his heart turns to
rust, the life that he once had, is gone,
now these streets are his home, and the
trash can, his bed.
HOPE is drunk again, but this time , drunk
on love...
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-is-drunk-2/
