Hinges of Success, Bolts of Hindrance

Well, this is how things were to go by:

People sitting around hinges,

Lying in workshops that create doors of success,

By using tools of patience, observance and selflessness,

And by sharing lunch available in abundance and fresh,

Clad in dresses giving a feeling of protectiveness,

Painting together colours of moral behavior,

And installing lights of compassionate radiance,

Using ingredients of obedience and positive cautiousness,

With a vision of beautifying the obvious,

Creating handles with positive expectance,

And ushering themselves into an era of eras of thankfulness,

But now I see:

People sitting around bolts of hindrance,

Lying around workshops that create weapons of madness,

By using tools of haplessness, shallowness, selfishness,

And by sharing lunch available in shortage and non fresh,

Clad in dresses making us protection less,

Spraying together tar of immoral behavior,

And installing lights of uncompassionate darkness,

Using ingredients of disobedience and negative cautiousness,

With a stare of dirtying the obvious,

Creating switches with negative expectance,

And ushering ourselves into an era of thankless foolishness,

Give me hope, hold me close,

Give me a treasure trove full of pure loves,

Give me hope; fold me in a rose,

Give me a globe full of a million doves,

Give me hope, stroll me in a grove,

I’m not sure; we’ve lost our core,

We have made this earth impure,

I’m not sure; when it’ll scream and moan,

And tear our every muscle and bone,

Give me hope, hold me close,

Give me a treasure trove full of pure loves,

Give me hope; fold me in a rose,

Give me a globe full of a million doves,

Give me hope, stroll me in a grove,

Give me hope, Give me hope…

Give me hope, hold me close……

Till my soul is assured……..

~ Rafi Mr.Green