An Epistle to Hopelessness

I'd figured I'd follow in Jared's footsteps and post my own poetry too. Just for fun, I reckon.

"An Epistle to Hopelessness."

Dear Hopelessness,

You often boast that you,
And you alone,
Rule the earth.

Stars die out in time.
Black holes suck away light.
Floating rocks explode
In the endless night.
Hurricanes rip elder trees from the ground.
Tornadoes steal homes in a weeping whirlwind.
Earthquakes crack sure foundations.
Politicians smile and lie.
Fanatical men murder in love.
Sickness flies through the air
And lodges itself under a child's hair.

But I would have you know,
Short-sighted thought,
That your days are numbered.
You have a contender.

For the diamonds of destiny
Are still breathed in majestic breaths.
And though the gaps in space vacuum the white flares,
They cannot diminish their radiances.
All of Nature's rages
Rage against a rage of faith
Led by each generation of man.
Those campaigners on the tube
Are found out,
And fanaticism is murdered
In sweet, forgiving love.
Even the cancer child smiles.

So do not forget,
My ever present and persistent foe,
You will be struck down,
Swiftly, in woe.

Sincerely,
Hope