Hope

 The plinth, when all is lost

The distinction between surviving and suicide in the mist of deep depression

Endeavor and neglect

Remaining vanquished or brushing off the dust of defeat

What else can there be?

A burgeoning nation in search 

Pervasive feuds, sufferings endured

When all seem worthless

Living in hope

Some dying in expectation as days run into weeks

Weeks into months

Months into years

Outliving over decades, indignity tolerable

The pilgrims of old

Persevere the holocaust

Though an end not sighted, in the smokescreen of life

Trusting that someday, the tides will turn

The dark gloomy clouds will lift

Night will give way to day

The sun emerging in its splendor as the dark sky recedes

For in the absence of hope

What will mankind have?

Surely there should be something to live for

To strive for

To believe in

To die for

To stand for

In the midst of turbulent cascading events 

Hope is all