Hope So

Another place.
Another way.
Our divisions
Are here to stay.

What I left,
Was for good.
Where I am,
Hunts for food.

At least we're here
Like before.
Look around,
There's even more

Chance to make it
Without hate.
They're shucking oysters
At the gate.

Here to help you,
If they can.
Perhaps it's all
The fault of Man,

Who guards his treasure
For his own.
Measure for measure,
All alone.
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If you wish,
You'll have to try
To put your hand out,
And so will I.


9/19/26