Should there be love,
in times like these?
Should the flummoxed, waspish tongue
extricate itself
from asperity
and sing the vertiginous notes
of love-lorn duets?

Should there be sleep?
Should the abashed eyes blink
without searing;
amidst whimpers and trepidations
and let the ominous world
Fade to black?
(hear the screams).

Should there be dreams
of innocuous (?) glee,
amidst the millions
still not free
-To dream?
Should the pellucid world
engage the soul
in a blithely peregrination?
And resist all temptations,
-of living.

Should there be life
amidst malevolent incursions?
Where truths are
just versions;
Should there be truth, then…
Should there be breath,
where death
is a kindness?
(or so it is said
as all who disagree
are already dead)
Where every rope,
is a noose
tightening around the necks
of incredulous beings.

Should there be hope?

midnight, 5-6/6/2014