Hopeful Souls
Hope made me go for Pope,
I had to cope with the belief,
Long before I heard 'bout drugs
Did I do coke? No.
Bottle and a little smoke, a lot,
Was dope—but was that hope?
No. Home is where hope is,
Pope knows home.
Grab his rope to lead me,
From roam I get home,
And it is hope I find.
Hopeful souls, in hope aligned.
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Author:
Kiprotich Langat (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2025 05:30
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Loved the word play in this poem. It was fun to read but also had a message that is valuable. Lovely
A clever play with words with a valuable message, enjoyed the read
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