Hope

Tantamount to oligarchic whiplash 

Situated in ringside platforms 

Raining platitudes down on groundings 

Gossiping pings impinging on floralia

Along the pavement floor of bit part

Bitumen tiddly beneath assumptions

Harrumphing while hovering above the pitch

As if better if not holier than thou-

Sands worshipping ill-gotten gains of gangsters

A meantime of constant gentler hearts 

Flicks rainwater upon the keepsake lotus

Floating along the untroubled pond where fronds

Have fallen upon the smooth water window

Overtaking the show of unhandsome hands