Hope
Hope,
a hallow word
nothing without hands
or heart.
Each day awakens
children cry
stock markets crumble
the world is a lie.
But to imagine a world
where hands move as one
brighter than light that comes from the sun
from this, motivation has begun.
A dream of serving
with gavel and pen
rulings and objections make the world whole again
it's more than justice
it's more than truth
it's about restoring faith to every youth.
To be a crusader
like Joan of Arc
because to change the world
it takes hands,
it takes hope,
it takes heart.
I'm ready to fight and eager to start.
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