Whispers and Willpower

In chambers where whispers plot the course of lines, Echoes of displacement hang on every word, Yet outside, the focus shifts with hopeful signs, On new leadership, where peace might be spurred. The activists hold a vigil for the voiceless, With eyes on the helm, they draw a moral arc, A testament to resilience, they stand dauntless, Igniting the dark with a justice-infused spark.

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