In deep dark shadows,
A light flickers,
Dawn occurs.
When men were led,
Astray a collective,
Arose.
To protect them all,
From shadows,
Of despair.
Be the guardian,
The rules...
Be re written.
Let choices hum,
In good faith.
Free from shadows,
Of despair.
The shimmering,
Arises.
End
Subject: In near future a collective arises to protect human dignity when rampant capitalism brings all nations to crumble.
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Your poem moved me. I felt the hope rising from darkness into light, like a dawn breaking after long shadows. The way despair gives way to shimmering renewal speaks to me deeply. I especially connected with the call to rewrite the rules because it feels like an invitation for me to choose again, to walk in good faith, and to free myself from the weight of shadows. I carry your words as a reminder that light is always within reach.
It's a pleasure 😍