Traders Of Hope

Weathered waned walls wallow in despair together

Serenading tales of happiness lost forever

With sunken eyes, droopy lips and fingers weak

They tell a tale of misery, redundant and bleak

Filled with instances of cosmic trifles and trials

Their hymns continue to rally and rile

And when the morning fades away every day

They retreat to their lair in despair to pray

Hurling blame at the invisible hand of fate

Chanting songs of indifference and hate

Adding to their numbers a new worn out brick

Who too seems angered by life's tricks

But the wall only stands docile and still

Amounting to a structure of dust and nil

Reaching out to strangers on subway rides

Sharing stories and dreams no one abides

But when the ride closes to a stop at the fall

The bricks depart, taking their curtain call

Reuniting again for the same hollow need

To share miseries and plant their seeds

Into every brick that would join the wall

Turning blind to every chance to stand tall

Smiling strangers traveling in a cramped train

Sharing words and forming a painful chain

Smiling strangers looking for a daily fix

Spreading lies and adding to the mix

Until the day the spirits wane and disperse

An obvious misery, that goes unheard.