Hope

Waylaid by interest with the where-with-all

To manipulate the world in their favor,

Indifferent to consequences outside their personal space,

Hope struggles to claw its way back to believability

As a bulwark against despair for the downwardly mobile.

But Hope is a sly, scrappy little beast

With coyote tendencies, tricking the movers and shakers

With subtle off-hand remarks weaseling their way  

Into the synapses of the world mind,

Into the souls of the forgotten,

Rekindling the idea that the market for where-with-all

Cannot be cornered, lobbied out of existence,

That the spring still bubbles up

And quenches the throats of the thirsty.