Peaceful people of Peaceful ways
Bowed heads of sorrow and dismay
So many lost, lead astray
Humanity crumbles in decay
Yet! Hope still lives though battle weary
Wipes the sweat from eyes that still see clearly
Unrelenting, gives no ground
Hopes voice, a reverberating sound
On the right is Love, at the left stands Peace
They know the battle may never cease
Upright and strong, hands joined
Hope stands the middle, a phrase coined
(Love, Hope, Peace) skillful instruction
Will not let pass, the eve of destruction
The battle set, high on the hill
The journey there, a test of Will
Hope a flicker sprung out of ash
Love breaths air and fires flash
Peace carries it across the land
Evil thwarted of its plan
A horde stands at the hills crest
(Love, Hope, Peace) they can not best
Indomitable, a Mighty Three
Given the right, commanding evil to flee
Linda Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-257/
