Can this world beat the odds

And burn its old gods

And face its future

Rid of its sutures

Its old wounds healed

Its faith congealed

Into something sweeter than today.

Of something much nicer than now…

Will what lives in the hearts
of those who fight death with their art

On today’s soul-pained earth

Prove to be stronger

Than the impossible dearth

Of all that has worth
Of love, life and hope

things at which

we still blindly grope.