When Emily Dickinson wrote of
"Hope",
As "a thing with feathers that perches in the soul",
She neglected to mention its terrible beak
And talons for tearing into the weak
Hope is no gentle, cooing dove,
But a hungry and treacherous beast from above.
Inbar Chava Frishman
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