Is hope a dream?

Or an opiate's kiss

Made to forget?

I tire of talks and tweets,

I'm tired when we ask

"How do we go forward?"

Shoulders shrug,

"I dunno'" we say.

Is hope a dream?

Or an opiate's kiss

Made to forget?

Let us draw

A line in the sand,

Across which they

Cannot stand.

For there may come

A time

When we have

Our backs to the Sea.