Worth Fighting For (Poetry)

When the sky looms dark with cloud
and the weary sun pales dim
and once-bright colours bleed away
so you’re left wondering
if there is any point at all
in simply going on
when days are grim and nights are worse
those sleepless hours long

What remains of hope to grasp?
the future’s looking dire
when every day the news adds to
the old world’s funeral pyre
it’s hard to find a reason to
keep calm and carry on
since life has changed there’s nothing now
we can rely upon

Yet even in the blackest night
a candle burns somewhere
free spirits gather in the light
to counter man’s despair
and deep inside an answer glows
that warms the very core
where a small voice insists our dreams
are well worth fighting for