Literature
The Allegory of Love
Perhaps we do not see life like we used to
Wars, famine, a crumbling economy, people who no longer care
There seems not much to live for, or to live to see
The world's apathy is its destruction
Old values seemingly thrown away
Life no longer seems to have the same joy it used to
Darkened by a cloud of abuse, corruption, apathy, greed, death, destruction, poverty, misery, and misfortune
Where is the light to break from the clouds?
Does our hope lie in the embodiment of a president?
Or does it lie within us?
Perhaps, within hope lies love
Love is an indescribable word
And it's not always applied in proper context