Hope flourishes as the last frontier
When all other factors and actors
Diminish in skirmish tier
Devoid of proctors and detractors
Whose relevance in some circumstances
Raises questions on actions
Taken when mistaken stances
Queer the pitch for factions
Whose credibility and ability
To advance causes of justice
Fall short of verity
In favour of injustice
Fails to atone for a ringtone
Whose sound on the ground
Mesmerises a clone
Whose climbs a mystic mound.
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