Hope
Aspiration runs through the crack of granite ruins
behaves a shoulder to lean on in a storm.
we dream with great wishes
of destroying each others source of light
yet so many do not fall.
For only the powerful never give up
the weak live with trembling hands
of sympathy.
You debate it was fate that destroyed all hope
yet it was society in many ways.
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