poem of the day November 25

A little hope

fell from the sky

on to ground

that had been

plowed into submission

by the eagerness of greed

These small sprouts of goodness

not based on division or wealth

fell in forgotten places

overlooked by giant yachts 

driven by very lonely loveless men

Small seeds of hope grew in fringe areas 

like food banks, local church congregations and families 

where the fragile sprouts of hope are being sheltered

from the artificial drones patrolling life in the garden