Questioning Wisdom's Echo

In halls of power, echoes wane and swell, Seeking resolution's clear, resounding bell. Eyes inquire as thoughts in congress muster, 'Is this the path, or do we still dare to trust her?' The inquiry flies, a falcon bold and terse, While sage owlets in the groves rehearse. For each choice cast, in history's vast ledger, Time will tell if it was error or a venture.

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