Losing dreams to hope

A place I once thought of as a harmonious part of the world that played the tune of angles is now a hollowed-out house covered with nothing but the greed of the modern world. They used to be a symbol to enrich the lives of the hopeless and sanctity for the miserable ones.

Now the place serves as a reminder of how blissful the place it once was. Everything now basks in the glory of sins the place once condemned. But now, they cherish each sin as if they were written by a prophet for admiration.

The place that once was brighter in the day remained bright throughout the night. Now it marinates in darkness day and night. A closer look reveals holes on the walls where snakes roam freely with no objection.

The Nobel man opens the floodgates to his treasury to gain favor from the masses and the holy ones. The entity created to appeal to everybody now builds fondness with privileged ones. Paper blood has become an offering for the god to get a blessing from above.

How can anyone expect a man to stand with naked feet taking all the heat from the floor to see his beloved god when all it takes is a slide of green paper in the packet to enter the gates of the holy place? Every time a man witnesses such a transaction, the place loses its sanctity; and man loses dreams to hope.