False Hope

I live for dreams

just out of reach.

resting my head each night,

demanding that 

tomorrow brings

Fufillment.

 

a blue jay

with clipped wings

scowers the earth

for a morsel of hope

that its wings 

will be granted 

Liberty

once more. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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