sell yourself hope.

he ripped off her clothes with three chords
and a protest song.
a song that implied there was hope,
hope that equality would write itself
into the stars of the southern cross.
hope in the essentially good nature of man.
hope in a future for our children.
hope that our borders wouldn't isolate us
from those that needed our help;
the cold,
the hungry,
the defeated.
hope that we'd accept the differences of others
without discrimination or
preconceived notions of race and religion.
he was clever,
he had done this before,
he knew
nothing gets babes wetter than hope.