Did we ever have to bargain
for a shred of hope?
Did we ever have to look at
the distant horizon,
And plead with our calloused hands?
Yes, once, twice...
four...seventy times
And we still do
We are bargaining for a millionth of hope
A grain of hope
So that the nights does not seem longer.
And the days harsher
Did we commit unforgivable sins?
Maybe...
May be we lied to merchants of hope
Or angels that ferried hope
Or we kicked poor scrawny animals
That came with good tidings
We do not know
Hence we toil
Maybe today we our children won't sleep hungry
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