Hope
That swarm of flies is a truth
You hardly manage to function
Difficult to talk to anyone
Or comfortably browse a feed
The ladies are gone today
I don’t expect them tomorrow
Like I don’t expect lions
Nor the swarm of flies
Out of all the colors
My hat will remain red
The color that symbolizes
Few important values
When I’m gone finally
I wish someone remembers
Because I’ve been told
To have no hope