The Last Hope

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And yet-

Somewhere,

A stranger still helps another stranger.

A mother still sings over a sleeping child.

A tired hand still plants a tree

Whose shade it may never live to see.

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Somewhere,

A soul still chooses kindness

When cruelty would be easier.

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Perhaps that is how humanity survives:

Not through power,

Nor through conquest,

But through small acts of light

Refusing surrender to the dark.

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So let us not become

Machines wrapped in flesh,

Or crowds without conscience,

Or minds without mercy.

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Let us remain human.

Let us question loudly,

Love deeply,

And stand guard over truth

Even when truth stands alone.

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For if meaning dies completely,

The world will continue turning-

But humanity will already be gone.

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And history will remember us

Not as monsters,

Not as gods,

But as a civilization

That had everything

Except wisdom.

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