Hope for Change

Hope himself sat beautifully playing quite conscious of what was going on,
Weather gazed around with a senseless expression to come where one lives.

Righteous, to be amazed. But hope, nerves wringed crooked with times of past.
Excite to decide just, down rules of injustice, All rest assured and humbled.

Army, the place you served, one cannot ignore to feel such emotions.
Do mean what you say. It is understood and true or those who would listen.

At last the pocket prince came out of the dark, gloomy park, and into the war.
Wandering about his people for hours with just furious but restrained hope.