A saccharine, happy-faced authority seeks to crush hope under its boot-heel of conformity. It doesn’t understand the human capacity for hope, it can't. That part of its humanity died long ago. Because of that, it can't win. No matter how many of us it cages.

Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly. ― Langston Hughes

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all. ― Emily Dickinson