Hope
/The Holy Grail, destination of the quest and answer to their prayer
Sits clear upon the table though narrowed eyes of steel seem yet unaware
As they posture pose and postulate point fingers in demand
And the table top reverberates to the slap of angry hand
The future sits in silence unremarked, misunderstood
When an outstretched arm, a proffered palm, could offer naught but good
And if their hands might meet and meld across that false divide
Should lesser men ignore that hope at least they know they tried
By Ranger CR
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