if…
If hope was a color
it would be brown
like the corrugated billboards
that occupy Zuccotti Parkif hope had an odor
it would smell like peppers
saturating the midnight airif hope had a taste
it would taste like the milk
running from my eyes
and down my cheeksif hope made a noise
we would hear bongos beating
behind the wail of the elderly
and the screams of the suppressed
that lay beaten in the streetif hope was a feeling
it would be the tightening
of plastic cable ties
around innocent wrists
and blows from batons
that rain down
upon the rib cages
of professors and students
who won’t bite their tongues
any longerif hope had a heart
it would be enclosed
in the chest cavity
of an eagle soaring
above the smoke filled streets
lined with debt and unemployment
If is a great poem. It touched me deeply. Peace to you. Marc D. Goldfinger
Thank you Mark. I appreciate it.