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.




































































































This poem is about: 
Our world


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