Not to fly away

If I were a bird

With a panoramic view

I’d see a paradox

Throughout the ages

In mankind’s inability

To reconcile

Hypocrisy with hope

Knowing what’s right

Doing what’s not

May never forget

What’s too often

Cruelty and atrocity

Justified and rationalized

In hope of redemption

Possibly more enabler

Than antidote

In a revolving cycle

Of endless hope

Is my birds-eye view

As I look from the sky

Away I might fly

From hypocrisy

Were it not for

Hope wired inside.