Deemed and Deigned

by The Juicer

Hope is within our borders,
Cairo sings.
And I have read and I have seen,
Many wretched ironies.

What is hope, then?
A tangible plan?
Smoke without fire –
No dependencies?

We over-here sing, unfurl the flag,
Every opportune moment,
Worth giving away.

(Oh Yeah! Sing with me)

Human rights,
Are specialized.
Not to be, but to know where you fall,
On the voters graph.

(For those who don’t: Get your facts right!)

Do we pretend?
Democracy, my friend, is this.
Within the reach,
Not political hubris.

Repetition we find, is the sticks and the bolts:
Over-here I am being told,
Again and again;
There is hope.