The hopes I snatch

A whiff of nectar
did embrace his senses
but before he could plunge
I chopped his wings.

The shy cocoon
was cracking slowly
but before his wings could spread,
I crushed it to the ground.

The hungry child
on the street was waiting
for the candy, before
I popped it and drove past him.

The poor kid
in the orphanage was asking
me to tell him the wonders of the world
I promised, then broke his soul.

To give a helpless, some hope
 and then to snatch it away:
I do that everyday
and say that I need hope.