Hope.
I have hope.
Chaos whirls like a slate storm sky.
I have hope.
Bricks through glass and wood on flesh and flames leaping into the sky.
I have hope.
Rubber bullets and tear gas billows.
Still hope.
Blood on the streets and last gasps.
Hope.
Rage and fear roll like a tide.
Yes.
Hope.
Though I know that
EVERYONE
Is, on some level Bro Ken,
I still know
That
EVERYONE
Carries a better angel.
Hope is what I have.
It all seems out of control.
I know that God is in control.
And if I have to walk into the storm wall
Or swim against the raging current,
I will
Yet
Have
Hope.