No Hope

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    No Hope

    This time we are in is the worst time we’ve ever been in.
    They took us in the dead of night separated us from our loved ones. We’re all alone in this miserable war.
    You wish to get out.
    You hope and dream that this war will end and you will live again.
    But it doesn’t work like that.
    We will suffer and do what it takes to survive throw this war.
    I call it the No Hope war because I have no more hope to give.
    I don’t want to give up but it gets so hard to keep the hope on.
    This girl I meet she has lost everything and when I look in her eyes it is like a deep pit of darkness.
    Whenever I looked in her eyes it gives me a cold chill down my back. The last I saw of her she was walking down the path of death.
    She was going into Lilith's Cave.
    She stole from me something I will never forget.
    She stole my hope of surviving this war.
    But that’s when I meet a boy that has more hope than anyone of us.
    he gave me a piece of that hope to help me throw this no hope war.
    he said that we should keep on hoping because the war was going to end very soon.
    I didn’t believe him I thought that we were going to die a miserable death in this horrible place.
    Then one month after he said that to me.
    The Nazis were fighting the Americans.
    We were set free to see our still living family members.
    I couldn’t believe that we were alive and set free.
    I thanked that boy for giving me hope in this No Hope War.
    If it wasn’t for him I would be dead in a ditch somewhere.
    They say everything will go back to normal,
    but it will never be normal again.
    We have seen how cruel a person can be to people different from them. We need to be kind and not be ashamed of who you are.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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