Hope Against Hope

04/19/13

11:35 am

Sterling Place

Brooklyn NY

Hope against hope.

(En la reforma de inmigración)

There was man in the stable

More familiar by his beard.

He toiled for years, while unable

Mighty horses, he steered. 

Bristly hands were calloused

He worked through filth and loam.

Formerly, a skillful dauber,

Who was far away from home.

He has chosen to be mute,

For not one soul ever knew his name.

He was once a well-known artist,

Who enjoyed praises and acclaim.

The search for an improved life

Coerced him to depart his land.

Hardship now proven to be rife,

A paradoxical story at grand.

He slumbered with the horses,

And possessed no things to his name

Illegitimate, dubbed by others,

He contritely accepted shame.

Today his longing is furthest,

For the “Gang of Eight” is here.

May he finally obtain independence,

The hope for life draws near.