Abandon Hope

Borders, hellish gates, become a brutal curtain,
Leaving only merciless cruelty certain.
Lamp doused out, no flame, just ashes.
Silence as the angel overhead passes.
Once, we were a city on a hill,
Now we’re a sinkhole none can fill.
Once a beacon in the night,
Now a prison locked up tight.
When will the lights go on again?
When the sword is made null by the pen.

Chani Zwibel is a graduate of Agnes Scott College, a poet, wife and dog-mom who was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but now dwells in Marietta, Georgia. She enjoys writing poetry after nature walks and daydreaming. Read other articles by Chani.