I have lived for but a short time, and have been exposed to the deepest most violent desires of humanity, and it deeply scares me.
From a child, abused and broken, a hope has filled my heart.
A hope that faces and acknowledges my greatest fears. It is a hope that's driven me to adulthood.
I am still lost in this world, with many paths of unknown destiny before me.
Hope, a revolution that battles the greatest evil.
Hope, a drive that my generation is without.
This is A Call to Arms!
My brethren, my people, arm yourselves with the hope to strive, to bring down the current world order, and create a new one.
The time for old blood has come to an end, let the hope in our hearts reign free! Join together, the youth of this world!
Hope has never been lost, don't accept the terms of our fate! With hope to rebuild, rebirth this world, we can do anything!
Let hope call you to your heart, let us face your fears, rebel against the fate our elders have set us to.
Let hope drive our souls, so we may for once feel at peace,
With the place we all call our home.
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Moving the Mountains
PoetryPoetry used to bring down countries and inspire artists and break and win over hearts. This poetry is meant for the same fate, if only one truly decides to read it.