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.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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